Speechwriters Llc - Balk Ukulele

C                                            
First chord's the favorite of everyone indeed
C                                                                    F
It rings of possibilities of all the things you thought a song could be
                      G                       C 
Of all your hopes and dreams, dee dee dee dee dee
C
Next chord it disappoints, it disappoints like me
C                                                     F
It heads in a direction and it stifles other opportunities
                     G                   C
Of what a song could be, dee dee dee dee dee
        F                      G                             C
Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
        F                      G                                  C
Now I'm telling you things I've told you 'bout a thousand times before
         Dm                              F                       G
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
C
The first time we kissed we heard different things for sure
C                                                                     F
I thought it was a love song a short one, yeah, but you were here and more
                         G                             C
We both turned different chords, different, that's for sure
        F                      G                             C
Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
        F                      G                                 C
Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before
         Dm                              F                       G
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
C
What the hell has happened to the way things used to be
C
Freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully
            F               F
And I could tell you that I loved you
      G             G                 C
And believe it faithfully dee dee dee dee
            F                      G                             C
And now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
         F                      G                                C
Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before
         Dm                               F                      G
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs

(Then there's the country-ish riff played over and over again, which I'll now tab here once)

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