Taylor Swift — Tom C
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[Primeira parte]
[C]
You left your typewriter
At my apartment
[F]
Straight from
The tortured poets department
[C] [F]
I think some things I never say
Like: Who uses typewriters anyway?
[Am] [G]
But you're in self-sabotage mode
[C]
Throwing spikes down on the road
[F]
But I've seen this episode
And still love the show
[Am] [G]
Who else decodes you?
[Refrão]
[C] [F]
And who's gonna hold you like me?
[C] [F]
And who's gonna know you, if not me?
[Am]
I laughed in your face and said
[G]
You're not Dylan Thomas
[C]
I'm not Patti Smith
[F]
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We'rе modern idiots
[Am] [G] [C]
And who's gonna hold you like me?
[Pós-Refrão]
[F]
Nobody
[C]
No-fucking-body
[F]
Nobody
[Segunda Parte]
[C]
You smokеd then ate
Seven bars of chocolate
[F]
We declared Charlie Puth
Should be a bigger artist
[C]
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
[F]
Like a tattooed golden retriever
[Am] [G]
But you awaken with dread
[C]
Pounding nails in your head
[F]
But I've read this one
Where you come undone
[Am] [G]
I chose this cyclone with you
[Refrão]
[C] [F]
And who's gonna hold you like me?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you?)
[C] [F]
And who's gonna know you, like me?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
[Am]
I laughed in your face and said
[G]
You're not Dylan Thomas
[C]
I'm not Patti Smith
[F]
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We'rе modern idiots
[Am] [G] [C]
And who's gonna hold you like me?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you?)
[Pós-Refrão]
[F]
No-fucking-body
(who's gonna hold you?)
(Who's gonna hold you?)
[C]
Nobody (who's gonna hold you)
(Gonna know you, gonna hold you?)
[F]
Nobody (ooh-ooh)
[Ponte]
[C]
Sometimes, I wonder if you're
Gonna screw this up with me
[F]
But you told Lucy you'd
Kill yourself if I ever leave
[C]
And I had said that to Jack
About you, so I felt seen
[F]
Everyone we know understands
Why it's meant to be (oh)
[C] [F]
'Cause we're crazy
So tell me
[C] [F]
Who else is gonna know me?
[Am]
At dinner
[G]
You take my ring off my middle finger
[C]
And put it on the one
[F]
People put wedding rings on
[Am]
And that's the closest
[G]
I've come to my heart exploding
[Refrão]
[C] [F]
Who's gonna hold you? (Who?) me
[C] [F]
Who's gonna know you? (Who?) me
[Am]
And you're not Dylan Thomas
[G]
I'm not Patti Smith
[C] [F]
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
We'rе modern idiots
[Am] [G]
And who's gonna hold you
[Pós-Refrão]
[C]
Who's gonna hold you?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
Who's gonna hold you?
(Who's gonna hold you?)
[F]
Who's gonna hold you?
Who's gonna hold you?
[C]
Who's gonna hold you,
[F]
Gonna know you, gonna hold you?
[Final]
[Am] [G]
You left your typewriter
At my apartment
[C]
Straight from
[F]
The tortured poets department
[Am] [G] [C]
Who else decodes you? (Ooh-ooh)
[F]
(Ooh-ooh)
[C] [F]
(Ooh-ooh)