The Format – Threes (Guitar)

   C
Eliza’s in the elevator

                  C
Findin’ words that rhyme with sunny

                 F
I think it’s funny how,

                       C
she just leaves funny out

C
Me I’m on my way downstairs

                 F
I’m gonna figure out,

                                      C
What Manhattan’s all about

                                 Dm
How I wish it would rain tonight

               F
I’d find a good excuse to stay inside

                                  C
Tumblin’ through the air

                                 Dm
‘cause it’s been the worst year of my life

              F
I don’t wanna live I don’t wanna die

                        F          C
Could you please……..grow out your hair

  C
William plays harmonica and guitar

         C
By the side of the sidewalk

   F                                C
I'd love to stay and steal his melody

C
'Cause he hasn't got an answer to force

C
No one cares about his voice, no

F                                  C
Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me

                       Dm
And now I wish I could stab my throat

       F
There goes your wife, your car, your home

                                             C
There goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna own

                          F
And Becca you could come back to my clothes

          Dm
The only note I'll hold is the one you fold

            F
Could you please, oh could you please, oh could you please

              C
Grow out your hair?

C                 F             C
Grow it dark and long like the winter

               F
With no split ends, split ends are like friends

         C
I don’t need them

              F
And if you've got older friends

         Dm
Then I suggest you listen to them

              F               Dm                  G
Cause they're all I want, the world, the fallen hope

         Dm                    F                           G
All the prophets on the green grass, they're all in the window

                  Dm
Yeah, my life is just like religion

      F                 G
I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, oh.

           C      Dm                   G
Well they say all bad things come in threes

          C                  Dm
Well the last year, made the last three

      G
Look so easy

           C                    Dm
You were supposed to keep the disease

                 G
between you and me

           C
so bandage up your wrist

      Dm          
throw away your prescriptions and,

G
and baby come back to me ya ahh

    C
My legs gave in on Forty-Second,

Lord, I think it's a hint...
                              C
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