All Time Low - Backseat Serenade Tabs

[Verse 1:]

Pattern throughout the whole Verses:

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Lazy lover, find a place for me again.
You felt it once before, I know you did,
I could see it.
Whiskey princess, drink me under, pull me in.
You had me at "Come over, boy,
I need a friend." I understand.

D5

[Chorus]

         E5              C5
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane,
    G5                        D5
Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
                    E5
You're salty like a summer day,
         C5                  D5
Kiss the sweat away, to your radio!
         E5               C5
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade,
    G5                        D5
Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
                    E5
You're salty like a summer day,
         C5                  D5
Kiss the sweat away, to your radio!

[Verse 2]
You take me over,
I throw you up against the wall
We've seen it all before,
But this was different, it's deliberate.
You send me reeling,
Calling out to you for more.
The value of this moment lives in metaphor,
Yeah, through it all...

[Chorus]
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane,
Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day,
Kiss the sweat away, to your radio!
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade,
Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone.
You're salty like a summer day,
Kiss the pain away, to your radio!

[Outro]
Backseat serenade, dizzy hurricane
Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the sweat away, to your radio
Backseat serenade, little hand grenade
Oh, aren't you sick of sleeping alone?
You're salty like a summer day
Kiss the pain away, to your radio
(Oh, God, I'm sick of sleeping alone)