capo – fifth fret
intro – F C G Am
F C
when i was a kid the things i did were hidden under the grid
G Am
young and naive , i never believed that love could be so well hid
F C
with regret i’m willing to bet they say ’the older you get
G Am
it gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
F C
it gets under your shirt like a dagger at work
G Am
the first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin’ hurt
F C
you build your heart of plastic , you’re cynical and sarcastic
G
and you end up in the corner on your own
F C
’cos i’d love to feel love , but i can’t stand the rejection
G Am
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
F C
i thought i was close , but under further inspection
G Am
it seems i’ve been running , in the wrong direction , oh no
filler – F C G Am x2
F
what’s the point in getting your hopes up , when all you’re ever getting is
C
choked up?
G Am
when you’re coked up , and can’t remember the reason why you broke up
F C
you’ll call her in the morning when you’re coming down and falling
G
like an old man on the side of the road
F
when you’re apart , you don’t wanna mingle
C
when you’re together you wanna be single
G Am
ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss that made your heart tingle
F
how much greener the grass is
C
through those rose tinted glasses
G
and the butterflies that flutter by and leave us on our arses
F C
’cos i want to feel love , but i can’t stand the rejection
G Am
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
F C
i thought i was close , but under further inspection
G Am
it seems i’ve been running , in the wrong direction
F C
there’s fish in the sea for me to make a selection
G Am
i’d jump in , if it wasn’t for my ear infection
F C
all i really want is just to make a connection
G Am
but it seems i’ve been running in the wrong direction , oh no
filler – F C G Am x2
F C
what is love? baby don’t hurt me
Am
don’t hurt me
G
no more
F C
what is love? baby don’t hurt me
Am
don’t hurt me
G
no more
F C
what is love? baby don’t hurt me
Am
don’t hurt me
G
no more
filler – F C G Am
F C G C
capo – fifth fret
intro – F C G Am
F C
when i was a kid the things i did were hidden under the grid
G Am
young and naive , i never believed that love could be so well hid
F C
with regret i’m willing to bet they say ’the older you get
G Am
it gets harder to forgive and harder to forget
F C
it gets under your shirt like a dagger at work
G Am
the first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin’ hurt
F C
you build your heart of plastic , you’re cynical and sarcastic
G
and you end up in the corner on your own
F C
’cos i’d love to feel love , but i can’t stand the rejection
G Am
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
F C
i thought i was close , but under further inspection
G Am
it seems i’ve been running , in the wrong direction , oh no
filler – F C G Am x2
F
what’s the point in getting your hopes up , when all you’re ever getting is
C
choked up?
G Am
when you’re coked up , and can’t remember the reason why you broke up
F C
you’ll call her in the morning when you’re coming down and falling
G
like an old man on the side of the road
F
when you’re apart , you don’t wanna mingle
C
when you’re together you wanna be single
G Am
ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss that made your heart tingle
F
how much greener the grass is
C
through those rose tinted glasses
G
and the butterflies that flutter by and leave us on our arses
F C
’cos i want to feel love , but i can’t stand the rejection
G Am
i hide behind my jokes as a form of protection
F C
i thought i was close , but under further inspection
G Am
it seems i’ve been running , in the wrong direction
F C
there’s fish in the sea for me to make a selection
G Am
i’d jump in , if it wasn’t for my ear infection
F C
all i really want is just to make a connection
G Am
but it seems i’ve been running in the wrong direction , oh no
filler – F C G Am x2
F C
what is love? baby don’t hurt me
Am
don’t hurt me
G
no more
F C
what is love? baby don’t hurt me
Am
don’t hurt me
G
no more
F C
what is love? baby don’t hurt me
Am
don’t hurt me
G
no more
filler – F C G Am
F C G C
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