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Capo: 2 Tuning: E A D G B E
[Chorus]
DI'd like to call you on the way home Em Another prGecious call to waste on my mouth A DMy chances tugging me by the shoulderEm But there's no one hoGme to let you in or let me out
(There's still a light in the house) [Verse 1]
DI saw a face so close to mine in Chelsea Emmarket G There's something about her and there's something about Ait DThere's a million ways to pass the day on a concreteEm island G We try get past it, just stuck in the traffAic
[Pre-Chorus]
Swing your conscience Dpull the leverG Maybe talDking's not thGe feature
(There's still a light in the house) [Chorus]
DI'd like to call you on the way home Em Another prGecious call to waste on my mouth A DMy chances tugging me by the shoulderEm But there's no one hoGme to let you in or let me out A (There's still a liAght in the hDouse) (There's still a liAght in the hDouse)
[Verse 2]
DIt's such a waste to watch you slide out in tEmhe hallway GAnd breakdown in the house On the Astreet and apartment DWe share a ride 'cause you're alone and in tEmhe same clothes GWith the blur of the tunnel and the bAlur of the mirror
[Pre-Chorus]
GSwing your conscience pull the leverD GMaybe talking's not the feature (There's still a liAght in the house)
[Chorus]
DI'd like to call you on the way home Em Another prGecious call to waste on my mouth A DMy chances tugging me by the shoulderEm But there's no one hoGme to let you in or let me out (There's still a liAght in the housDe) (There's still a liAght in the housDe) (There's still a liAght in the housDe)
[Bridge]
DWhen she cries, she brings a storm in GI kind of like the way it pours DThree o'clock and callin' Anna GShe's telling me come on move on In the DBrooklyn light, we're just passerEmsby's GYour hands on my shoulder, it all feels right Cause Ayou fDound me there With your new cut Emhair Is it GNew York? Or Heaven? I can'At think twice now
[Chorus]
DI'd like to call you on the way home Em Another prGecious call to waste on my mouth A
(Maybe talking's not the feature)
DMy chances tugging me by the shoulderEm But there's no one hoGme to let you in or let me out (There's still a liAght in the housDe)