D _ _ _
Em _ _ _ _
C _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _ .
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Em _ _ _ _ _
C _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _ .
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Em You hear a new
C.
song, it's your
D favorite, but pretty soon you'll be changing the
Em station.
And all your old
C shoes are looking brand
D new, they wanna be worn but they never get the chance
Em to.
Heavy into
C everything, ready for the next
D thing, but catch your eye for a while then you're over
Em it.
You change your mind
C on it, soon as the shine's
D gone, like you always do, but you don't know it
G yet, but _ _ .
_ _ _
C _ _
G _ _ _ .
Woah, woah,
D _ _ _ _ .
I ain't gonna be
G that easy to leave, woah, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ woah.
D _ _ _ _ .
Girl I'm gonna make
G you miss me, make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt.
Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours.
C When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking maybe it's me.
I'm
Ab gonna make you miss me.
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Em _ _ _ _
C _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _ .
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Em _ You're cold and white,
G you burn out like a
D match, you keep a slip knot in the strings you
Em attach.
You think it's
G easy, but that's a
D lie, the only reason that you're good at goodbye
Em is.
Every boy you ever
C met was too easy to
D forget, well, _ I ain't going out
G like that _ _ .
_ _ _
C _ _ _ _ _ .
Woah,
D woah, _ _ _ I ain't gonna be
G that easy to leave, _ woah, _
C _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _
G D woah _ _ _ .
Girl I'm gonna make
Em you miss me, make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt.
D Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours.
Em When your phone rings after midnight
C and you're thinking maybe
D it's me.
I'm gonna make you miss
Em me Yeah, girl.
C _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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G _ _
Em _ _ _ _
C _ .
_ _ _
D _ _ _ _ .
Woah, _ _
G _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ woah, _ _ _
D _ _ _ _ .
I ain't gonna be
G that easy to leave, woah,
D _ _
G _ _ _ _ .
_ _
D woah _ _ _ .
Em Girl I'm gonna make you miss me, writing letters
G that you're never gonna mail.
D Stay up and paint my face shaded red on your nails.
Em And you can't fall asleep
C and you're wishing
G you were with
D me.
I'm gonna make you miss me, make
Em you miss me.
Make you miss the
G way my hand fit in your hand.
D When you're dialing my number, asking to my favorite fans.
Em I'll say, hey baby, and all I can say is come and get
D me.
I'm
A _ .
gonna make
Em you miss me.
C _ .
_ _ _
D _ _ _ _ .
I'm
G gonna make
Em you miss me _ _ .
_ _
D Woah, _ _ _ _ .
_ _
Em _ _ _ _ _
C _ .
_ _ _
D woah, _ I'm gonna
G make
Em you miss me _ .
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D _ _ _ _ _ .
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