2 acessos
Am Cmaj7 #1 G E|-----| e|--0--| e|--2--| e|--3--| B|--1--| B|--0--| B|--3--| B|--3--| G|--2--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--0--| D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--0--| D|--0--| A|--0--| A|--3--| A|--2--| A|--2--| E|-----| E|-----| E|-----| E|--3--| C #2 #3 B7 D E|--0--| e|--3--| e|--3--| e|--2--| e|--2--| B|--1--| B|--3--| B|--3--| B|--0--| B|--3--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--0--| G|--2--| G|--2--| D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--2--| D|--1--| D|--0--| A|--3--| A|--3--| A|--2--| A|--2--| A|--0--| E|-----| E|-----| E|--0--| E|-----| E|-----| Lyrics: Am It's been 18 months since I kissed you once Cmaj7 So just saying 'hi' just isn't gonna fly #1 But give me a clue, and in a minute or two #2 Then I might remember your name And I hate to insist that I was really that pissed But to tell the truth, in my flush of youth I would drown my sights so that faces and nights Seemed the same And a nervous shrug and an awkward hug Won’t get me out of the hole I’ve dug, So I slip the noose with a poor excuse And talk to someone, anyone else. And I sit with my friends and I try to pretend That I never did that sort of thing again, But I’m lying to myself. G #2 And suddenly, well it’s as clear as clear could be: #3 #2 I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be. G #2 And though I always tried to live an honest life, #3 #2 To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies. I remember you, of course I do, But I don’t recall how many times we’ve been through This little game, that always ends the same, With you sad and me far away. And every time I repeat the line That the fault’s not mine and I wasn’t unkind. But the worst part is that I’ve got nothing else to say. And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be: I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be. And though I always tried to live an honest life, To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies. B7 #3 D C And all the pretty little pictures of faith and firm devotion That I painted as a child, B7 #3 D C Well they have fallen by the wayside, along with all my puppy-fat, But my days have taught me this: B7 #3 D C That every day I spend pretending that I always choose the right path Is a day that I choose the wrong. Oh yes my wisdom teeth have been giving me grief – They woke me up to find that I’m exactly the kind of Guy I said that I’d rather be dead than be In the days before I got laid. And suddenly it’s as clear as clear could be: I’m not quite the perfect man that I hoped I’d be. And I always tried to live an honest life, #3 D #2 To tell my truth I’ve told my share of lies.