Angus & Julia Stone – Oakwood (Guitar)

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Oh, sneak us there in the middle of the night, oh

Am
Sit up on your roof, have some beers beneath the stars, lover

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  I can see you there holding my hand, girl

Am
Looking in my eyes, oh, giving me the look, lover

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  Talking 'bout the lovers that we had, oh

Am
Bag them bones, let's forget all about the others

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  Look so pretty, girl, even when you're high

            Am
It's funny, all the shit we speak when we close our eyes, baby

F
  Lovers soon to be lovers

Am
  Lovers soon to be others

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  Lovers soon to be lovers

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Not bright up here

                  Am
Not bright up here

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Not bright up here

                  Am
Not bright up here

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We met on the beat, beat, only ones alive

Am
Left here to be the only ones to live as lovers

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  Tryna move slow but we're so liquored up

Am
Rolling with the wind like a dusty old pick-up truck

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Drinking on the weekend, weekday

            Am
Never get a break to say the things I wanna say, lover

F
  Coke binge state that I'm living in, honey

Am
Tryna reach out for a little bit of your money

F
  Lovers soon to be lovers

Am
  Lovers soon to be others

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  Lovers soon to be lovers

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Not bright up here

                  Am
Not bright up here

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Not bright up here

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Not bright up here