Misc Mashups – Taylor Swift - White Horse - Loml - Champagne Problems (Guitar)

C                      F
Say you're sorry, that face of an angel

      Am                          F
Comes out just when you need it to

C                   F
As I paced back and forth all this time

         Am                   F
'Cause I honestly believed in you

Am              F
Holdin' on, the days drag on

       G                                    G*
Stupid girl, I should've known, I should've known

               C                      Am
That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale

            F
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet

G
Lead her up the stairwell

           C                    Am
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town

         F                          G
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

         Am*          G*           F*
Now it's too late for you and your white horse

C                         Am                             G
 Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames

         G
 If we know the steps anyway?

C                 Am                           G
 We embroided the memories of the time I was away

             G
 Stitching "we were just kids, babe"

F                    Am
 I said "I don't mind. It takes time."

G                 G
 I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

F             Am         G         G
 I felt a glow like this, never before, and never since

C              F
Maybe I was naïve,

    Am                        F
And never really had a chance

C                         F
My mistake, I didn't know to be in love

           Am                            F
You had to fight to have the upper hand

      Am
I had so many dreams

      F
About you and me

      G
Happy endings now I know

C                  Am
 If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

G                        G
 What we thought was for all time was momentary

C                       Am
 Still alive, killing time at the cemetery

G                    G
 Never quite buried

           F                  Am
 You cinephile in black and white

             G                  G
 All those plot twists and dynamite

                 F                  Am
 Mr. Steal Your Girl then make her cry

                            G    G
 Said I'm the love of your life

Dm                             C
 You shit talked me under the table

                             F
 Talking rings and talking cradles

                     G
 I wish I could unrecall

     C
"She would've made such a lovely bride

       G
What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said

    Am
But you'll find the real thing instead

F
 'Cause something counterfeit's dead?

F
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa

G                C
Try and catch me now

  F Am            F
Oh, it's too late

            C
To catch me now