Speechwriters Llc - Balk Chords

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