Seventeen Going Under chords by Sam Fender

[A#m] [C#] [G#] .
[C#] [F#] [C#] .
I [G#] remember, sickness was forever I [C#] remember, snow videos .
Those [G#] Septembers, the distances we covered The [C#] fistfights on the beach, the busiest round.
us of Do it all again [G#] next week, an embryonic love.
The first [C#] time that [F#] it scarred, embarrass yourself [C#] for someone.
[A#m] Crying like [G#] a child, and the boy you picked, Tom's head in.
Still [C#] bugs me [F#] now, that's the thing [C#] it lingers.
It calls [A#m] you when [G#] you're down I .
[C#] [F#] [C#] .
[A#m] [G#] was far too scared to hit him.
But I would hit [C#] him in a [F#] heartbeat now, [C#] that's the thing with anger.
The effects [A#m] stick [G#] around, so it will bleach you of your beauty.
And leave you spread [C#] all around [F#] too over, if you [C#] hurt the ones who love you.
You hurt [A#m] them like [G#] this .
[C#] [F#] You [C#] .
[A#m] hurt them like [G#] .
[C#] [F#] this.
[C#] .
[A#m] [G#] I spent my teens in raves, [C#] spiraling [F#] in the silence.
And I [C#] armed myself with a grin, cause I was always the [G#] joker.
Buried in the humor, amongst the [C#] white [F#] noise and boys' voice.
[C#] Locked the room for the last time, [A#m] drenched in cheap [G#] drink and snipe vibes.
A mirror picture of my old man, oh [C#] god the kids [F#] are down hard.
Can't tell you why, but he looked [C#] sad .
But the kid [G#] looked so un hired .
[C#] Oh, [F#] she [C#] .
[A#m] [G#] took a breath, got a crack.
Swept on a pissed shifting [C#] gear.
[F#] And now she's wet, wet and wet.
[C#] Well look ain't even got it all yet.
They say [G#] am I need no sleeping pillow.
She [C#] passed on the [F#] floor with harm.
The sevens keep [C#] going on.
The [A#m] servants [G#] he pulled with love .
[C#] [F#] [C#] The servants [G#] he pulled with love.
The .
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servants [G#] he pulled with love .
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