Plain Sailing Weather Chords by Frank Turner

[N] _ Just give me [Bm] one fine day [G] of plain sailing weather [F#m] and I can fuck up [D] anything _
Anything it was [Bm] a wonderful life [G] when we were together and [F#m] now I fucked up [D] every little goddamn [A] _ thing _ _ _
Emily lied to [Bm] me
_ [G] This [Bm] was supposed to [D] be easy.
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Found [Bm] the one damn person to [G] help me fall asleep in the [D] night
_ _ _ _ [A] Sleeping gets [Bm] tiring _ [G] and dark reminds me of [D] dying
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] And as long as this feeble [G] heart is still beating you'll [F#m] find me rushing through [D] everyone switching on all the [A] lights
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] The problem with falling in [Bm] love and laying on bars, but there's [G] always more nights
That's always more bars.
[F#] The problem with showing your [Bm] love your scars is that [G] _ everybody's lover is [A] covered in scars
So give me [Bm] one fine day
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_ But I could see the way [G] you'd fold your hands, speak [F#m]
my name like _ [E] a curse _ [A] upon [G] your [Bm] _
pretty lips.
The [E] _ pressure [A] to wipe _ _ [Bm] behind [E]
your _ _ fingertips.
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_ _ [Gm] _ _ [D] _ _ And when you see me for all that I [A]
am, [G] I couldn't make mistakes to [D] make a difference _ anymore.
I throw myself down [Bm] on my knees at your [A] hands, beg you for [G] forgiveness for my fuck-ups and [D] my faults.
I'm [G] begging you [Bm] for every lease of hope for our forever.
[A] Lift up your [Gm] precious hands and then bring your feet back [D] together. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bm] So [A] give me one fine day you [G] ain't saying whether.
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[Bm] Just give me one [D] fine day you ain't saying whether. _ _ _
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