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Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
C                            F                 
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
G                            F
you're thinking of something to say.
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You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our 
C      F  G  F
friends.

C                             F                     C
Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
                   F               C                               F
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer 
      G  F
then?"

C                     F
Then you'll call me a bitch
             C                  F
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
    C             F    G  F
and i wont give a shit.

Am                                  G
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
Am
and i know that i should let go,
           F
but i can't.
    Am                                  G
And every time we fight i know it's not right,
                                   Am
every time that you're upset and i smile.
                                   F
i know i should forget, but i can't.

C                   F
You said I must eat so many lemons
C              F
'cause i am so bitter.
C
I said
                         F            G                    F
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."

C                        F          
Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
C                     F
and i must admit that i was a bit scared,
C               F                     G  F
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

Am                                  G
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
Am
and i know that i should let go,
           F
but i can't.
    Am                                  G
And every time we fight i know it's not right,
                                   Am
every time that you're upset and i smile.
                                   F
i know i should forget, but i can't.

C            F            C                      F             C           
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
              F            G                          F
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.

C                   F          C    
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
       F         C
I only got these yesterday.
       F                 G             F     
Oh, my gosh, i cannot be bothered with this.

C                                    F
Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
  C                           F
and i purposely wont turn the heating on
         C          F                            G  F
and dear God, i hope I'm not stuck with this one.

Am                                  G
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
Am
and i know that i should let go,
           F
but i can't.
    Am                                  G
And every time we fight i know it's not right,
                                   Am
every time that you're upset and i smile.
                                   F
i know i should forget, but i can't.

    Am                                  G
And every time we fight i know it's not right,
                                   Am
every time that you're upset and i smile.
                                   F
i know i should forget, but i can't.

    Am                                  G
And every time we fight i know it's not right,
                                   Am
every time that you're upset and i smile.
                                   F
i know i should forget, but i can't.