Taylor Swift – The Tortured Poets Department - Now That We Dont Talk (Guitar)

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You left your typewriter at my apartment

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Straight from the tortured poets department

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I think some things I never say

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Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"

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But you're in self-sabotage mode

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Throwing spikes down on the road

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But I've seen this episode and still loved the show

Am          G
Who else decodes you?

C                           F
And who's gonna hold you like me?

C                              F
And who's gonna know you, if not me?

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I laughed in your face and said

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"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

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This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"

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And who's gonna hold you like me?

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Nobody

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No-fucking-body

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Nobody

C
You smoked, then ate seven bars of chocolate

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We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist

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I scratch your head, you fall asleep

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Like a tattooed golden retriever

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But you awaken with dread

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Pounding nails in your head

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But I've read this one where you come undone

Am              G
I chose this cyclone with you

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And who's gonna hold you like me?

C                              F
And who's gonna know you, if not me?

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I laughed in your face and said

Am                        G
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

C                             F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're modern idiots"

   Am           G             C
And who's gonna hold you like me?

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Nobody

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No-fucking-body

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Nobody

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Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me

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But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave

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And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen

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Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be

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'Cause we're crazy

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So tell me, who else is gonna know me?

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At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger

                  C              F
And put it on the one people put wedding rings on

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And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding

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What do you tell your friends we

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Had dinners, long weekends with?

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Truth is, I can't pretend it's

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Platonic, it's just ended, so

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I call my mom, she said to get it off my chest

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Remind myself the more I gave you'd want me less

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I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost

                                    C
And what it cost, now that we don't talk

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Now that we don't talk

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Who's gonna hold you like me?

                  C
Now that we don't talk

                           F
Who's gonna know you if not me?

                  Am
Now that we don't talk

Am                        G
"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith

C                             F
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we're two idiots"

   Am           G             C
And who's gonna hold you like me?

                  F
Now that we don't talk

                  C
Now that we don't talk

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Now we don't talk

                  C
Now that we don't talk

C
I don't have to pretend I like acid rock

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Or that I'd like to be on a mega yacht

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With important men who think important thoughts

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I guess that I am better off now that we don't talk

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And the only way back to my dignity

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Was to turn into a shrouded mystery

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Just like I had been when you were chasing me

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Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk