The Wombats – Headspace (Guitar)

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Headspace, I need her out of my headspace

                            C
There's a war in here and I need you to take

                   F
Take her out of my headspace

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Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac

       F
Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas

 Am
'Cause I'm hurt

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I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt

C
I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song

           F
So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum

Am
But it'll hurt

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I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt

C                               F
Headspace, I need her out of my headspace

                            C     
There's a war in here and I need you to take

                   F
Take her out of my headspace

    G
Did these 5.5 liters of blood

          F
Have too sour a taste for your sweet taste buds?

C
Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball

      F
From the 1970's all dusty and worn

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And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts

C
I used to run, run, run until my knees gave way

     F
I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes

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I didn't care, they scratch and they bite, I didn't care

C                              F
Headspace I need her out of my headspace

                                C
'Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say

                   F
Take her out of my headspace

    G
Did these 5.5 liters of blood

          F
Have too sour a taste for your sweet taste buds?

Dm
You put a war zone inside me

          F
Above and below the neck

                   C
Above and below the neck

C
Someone flick a light on

F
The dark just makes it worse

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I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words

C                   F
Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know?

C                                   F
Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host?

C                              F
I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast

C                            
If these streets are paved with gold

F
I want my money back

C                            F
'Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory

C                           F
Now the Californian air has wrapped her claws around me

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(Headspace, my headspace)

C             F
(Headspace, my headspace)