Frank Turner – Perfect Score (Guitar)

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[Intro] B E A B E A B E A B E A [Verse 1]
F#                      E
   Tonight I’m going to make

                     B   E   A  B E A
Some predictable mistakes

F#                           E
   But if you haven’t got regrets

                    B   E   A  B E A
You haven’t started yet
[Pre Chorus 1]
               A                           E
You point your finger so much, you wore it down to the bone;

       B
It’s a wonder you can still type that shit on your phone

A                            E
Everyone’s a dupe, yeah, but somehow you’re not

F#
Hold onto that feeling

F#                                              B
Because you don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone
[Chorus]
B             G#m                                  F#
I’m genuinely sorry for all the stupid things I’ve done;

                         E                                     B
All the things I used to say, more than half of them were wrong

                                G#m                               F#
I’m trying to find a little forgiveness, it’s the only thing left going

                                  E
Because there’s not such thing as pure

                     B    E  A
No one has a perfect score
B E A B E A B E A [Verse 2]
F#                     E
  I’m jealous of your sense

                  B  E A  B E A
Of wounded innocence

F#                     E
  And I’m bored of arguments

                    B E A
With fraudulent intent

                        B     E  A
(I know what you really meant)
[Pre Chorus 2]
A                        E
History is not a package holiday

         B
Where if something isn’t perfect then you get to complain

    A                    E
The older I get the more I realise that I

      F#
Don’t know much of anything

F#                               B
That’s why I’m trying to hold my tongue
[Chorus]
B             G#m                                  F#
I’m genuinely sorry for all the stupid things I’ve done;

                         E                                     B
All the things I used to say, more than half of them were wrong

                                G#m                               F#
I’m trying to find a little forgiveness, it’s the only thing left going

                                  E
Because there’s not such thing as pure

                     B    E  A
No one has a perfect score

B E A                              B   E  A
    There’s a skeleton behind your door

                     B    E  A
No one has a perfect score

           B
No perfect score