London Grammar – Fakest Bitch (Guitar)
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Chords
[Intro]
G Em Bm A
[Verse One]
G Em Talking about miracles, the fakest bitch in all the world Bm A Fingernails that make me curl, uh-huh G Em Given half the chance you'd steal my man, think I'm naive Bm A Girl, you can give it up, uh-huh
[Verse Two]
G Em I saw your mom across the road, I feel guilt, and it hurts my soul Bm A Maybe if she loved your dad, you'd have the things that you should have had G Em And we'd be friends for real, not popping party pills Bm A Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Pre-Chorus]
Em F#m G D A You always point at me and dance Em F#m G D A When we're alone, you'll hold my hand
[Chorus]
Bm F#m G D People don't change, people stay the same Bm F#m G D We are what we are, when you're falling apart Em Bm F#m G Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears Em Bm F#m G F#m That you've been fakin', fakin' for years Em Bm Uh-huh A Uh-huh
[Verse Three]
G Em I no longer pick up the telephone, a friendship you will never know Bm A The coolest river undisturbed, uh-huh G Em My grandma, a story that she told, never burn yourself to run from cold Bm A Believe me, I'd rather be alone than let you turn me into stone G Em But slowly, as you realise I figured out the big surprise Bm A There's not really much going on inside, uh-huh
[Pre-Chorus]
Em F#m G D A You always point at me and dance Em F#m G D A When we're alone, you hold my hand
[Chorus]
Bm F#m G D People don't change, people stay the same Bm F#m G D We are what we are, when you're falling apart Em Bm F#m G Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears Em Bm F#m G F#m That you've been fakin', fakin' for years
[Bridge]
Em F#m G D A Em And you're at the bar with my boyfriend behind my back Em F#m G D A Em You'll say that you were bonding over your panic attacks Em F#m G D A Em And I know you get a kick if I react G So I'll never react
[Chorus]
Bm F#m G D People don't change, they just stay the same Bm F#m G D We are what we are, when you're falling apart Em Bm F#m G Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears Em Bm F#m G 'Cause you're the fakest, fakest bitch