Matt Nathanson – Last Days Of Summer In San Francisco (Guitar)

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Intro: C F C F
      C               
          We spent July in a Berkeley basement,

      F
          Half read books, and bold declarations.

      Am
          There was so much I didn't believe in

                 F
          And then, there was you.

      C
          You made me brave, you made me stupid

      F
          Gave me this skin, that I could move in.

      Am                                                      F
          We're gonna leave them where they stand
Leave them where they
          C                   G
          Love, no one cares 

                          Am                           F
          About the stories they're not in.

                C                   F
          We'll fade out to whispers,

                     Am                                  F
          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.
C F
      C         
        The kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles.

      F
        The J-Church rolls and rattles our windows.

      Am                                                  F
        There's no nostalgia here; it's just now, baby, now.

      C
        I was a fire that you started

      F
        For once, I knew everything that I wanted.

      Am                                                    F
        We're gonna leave them where they stand,
Leave them where they
          C                   G
          Love, no one cares 

                          Am                           F
          About the stories they're not in.

                C                   F
          We'll fade out to whispers,

                     Am                                  F                      C   G
          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco,

                     Am                                  F
          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.

          C                   G
          Love, no one cares 

                          Am                           F
          About the stories they're not in.

                C                   F
          We'll fade out to whispers,

                     Am                                  F                      C   G
          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco,

                     Am                                  F
          It's the last days of summer in San Francisco.