Taylor Swift Mean Capo 3 This is for the key off the real album, not the trying not to get copyrighted version. If you see the little * by the chords, that means strum only once! C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) FYou (133211@1)with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) me. You, have knocked me off my feet, again, got me feeling like nothing. C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) FYou, (133211@1)with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out, when i'm C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1)name="chord_133211@1">F wounded you, picking on the weaker man. G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) GWell (320003@1)you can take me down, with just one single blow. G* But you don't know, what you don't know C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)Someday, I'll be, living in a big ol city, and all your ever gonna be is Dm F mean. C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) Dm (xx0231@1)Someday, I'll be, big enough so you can't hit me, and all your ever gonna F (133211@1) F* be is mean, why ya gotta be so, mean? C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) FYou, (133211@1)with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) Cyou, (x32010@1)are pointing out my flaws again as if i don't already see them. I walk G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) Cwith (x32010@1)my head down, trying to block you out cause i never impress you. I G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) Fjust (133211@1)wanna feel ok, again. G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) G (320003@1) I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold. Well, the cycle ends F (133211@1) right now and you can't lead me down that road, but you don't know, what F(strum) (133211@1)you don't know. (Chorus) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) FAnd (133211@1)i can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game. G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) G (320003@1)With that same big lound opinion but, nobody's listening. Washed up and Dm* F* G* G (320003@1) Dm* ranting bout the same old bitter things, drunk and grumbling on about how i F* G* C (x32010@1)name="chord_320003@1">G Dm (xx0231@1)name="chord_133211@1">F C (x32010@1) Gcan't (320003@1)sing. But all you are is, mean. All you are is mean, and a liar, and Dm (xx0231@1) F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Dm (xx0231@1) Fpathetic, (133211@1)and alone in life and mean, and mean, and mean, and mean.