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365 Days. by ZZ Ward
YC#mour clothes out on the blacktop ScaB7ttered suits on the street FrEames hand broken pictures in the mid-F#September heat WeC#m set these nights on fire SoB7 hot, we burned it down NoEw all that's left of usF# is ashes on the ground
IF# told you back in June You knew dG#amn well what I would do
Three hunC#mdred sixty fivF#e days You been B7making me waitF# So keep yourC#m two-timing gamesF# It's a loB7t of too F#late C#m F#. B7 F# The summer's oooover, over, over C#m F#. B7 F# Ooooover, over, over
DrC#mop your keys from six stories ShB7out out "It's raining green" E. F# Don't tell lies in heaven or an angel will get mean DC#miamonds and white gold watches WB7atch how fast they will soar E. F# You always said you wanted to give back to the poor
I F#told you back in June You knew dG#amn well what I would do
Three hundrC#med sixty five F#days You beenB7 making me wait F# So keep yourC#m two-timing gamesF# It's B7a lot of tooF# late C#m F#. B7 F# The summer's oooover, over, over C#m F#. B7 F# Ooooover, over, over
I F#mwon't be your debutante WonC#m't be the fool to your savant I cEan't fix your cracked up dreams WhF#ile the leaves fall off these trees IF#m won't spend the winter nights HC#molding on to would and right YEou might break your words real fast F#But mine are made to last
Three hundreC#md sixty five dF#ays You been maB7king me wait F# So keep your C#mtwo-timing gF#ames It's B7a lot of tooF# late The summer's C#moooover, F# B7over, F# over C#mOoooover, F# B7 over, F#over
Three hundreC#md sixty five dF#ays You been makiB7ng me wait F# So keep your C#mtwo-timing games F# It's aB7 lot of too F#late C#m F#. B7 F# The summer's oooover, over, over C#mOoooover, F# B7 over, overF#
Over now