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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