Chords for it's thursday, january 12th and this the last time i'll talk about drowning - flatsound

[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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Phone in my pocket, what a wonderful day
Thinking of something that I should say
But I can't hold you _ responsible _ anymore
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ don't know what I'm [A#] thinking, lost now [B] in the thrill of [F#] it
But I'm not giving up till [B] I am free
[F#] Cause _ _ _ _ that's where I'm supposed to be _ _ _ _
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_ But it gets so lost, the thought of life
That I forget to start living mine
I can feel it's weight, just like I am drowning
Like _ [B] _ _ I am [F#] _ _ drowning
And I said whoa, oh oh oh oh
I said whoa, oh oh oh oh
I am drowning, _ _ _ _ _ [B] drowning
_ [F#] I _ _ _ said whoa, oh oh oh oh
I said whoa, [B] oh oh oh oh
[F#] I am drowning, _ _ _ _ _ drowning
_ _ _ _ _ [G#m] But [F#] it gets so lost in the thought of life
That I forget to start living mine
I can feel it's weight in my head like I am sleeping _
_ _ _ Like I am dreaming _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _
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