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Verse 1:
Dbm
Why am I here? Could you come instead?
A
I’m ten good miles, out of my depth
E
Some more fake smiles, I’ll just nod my head
B
For one small glimpse of your breath
Dbm
Stained shirts and cigarettes
A
I failed again, tried my best
E
Forget my fears, ignore all my frets
B
Just lay your mind on my chest

Chorus:
Dbm                          E               B
You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight
  Dbm
I hate what you’re doing
  B
I hate that it feels so right
Dbm                          E
You sure we’re out of their sight?
                                B
They’re staring through the car lights
  Dbm
I hate what you’re doing
  B
I hate that it feels so...

Verse 2:
Dbm
But I’m in your garden again until it’s 4
A
Convеrsations have started, what could this be?
E
Don’t you bе so startled that I wanted more
B
I could answer your troubles if you let me in
Dbm
I’d stay out here for longer but it’s just too cold
A
And with nowhere to hide us, it won’t come true
E
A call for the finish before we get old
B
And you sicken the tone with where you’ve been

Chorus:
Dbm                        E                 B
You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight
  Dbm
I hate what you’re doing
  B
I hate that it feels so right
Dbm                          E
You sure we’re out of their sight?
                                B
They’re staring through the car lights
  Dbm
I hate what you’re doing
  B
I hate that it feels so right

Bridge:
Dbm
I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from
E
I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well
B
I feel like I’m falling for someone
Dbm              B
I feel like I’m falling for someone
Dbm
I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from
E
I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well
B
I feel like I’m falling for someone
Dbm             B
I feel like I’m falling for someone else
Dbm                 E                  B
You can hold my hand in a crowded place

But just hold me close
    Dbm                  B
And hope that they don’t see my face
Dbm
Why don’t you come right here?
E                      B
Let’s see how you taste

Then just hold me close
    Dbm                  B
And hope that they don’t see my face

Chorus:
Dbm                        E                B
You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight
  Dbm
I hate what you’re doing
  B
I hate that it feels so right
Dbm
You sure we’re out of their sight?
E                                 B
They’re staring through the car lights
  Dbm
I hate what you’re doing
  B
I hate that it feels so...
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James William Marriott born July 7, 1997 age 22 is a Swiss-born English YouTuber known for his commentary based videos, who currently resides in London, England. He gives his input on trending events in a comedic, witty fashion. James was a member of the now-inactive YouTube group the Eboys, along with fellow YouTubers ImAllexx, WillNE, and Memeulous, and also used to host a weekly podcast called The Camp Cast alongside Alex.

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