Fuck It I Love You

Am                              F
  I like to see everything in neon
                    E7           Am
Drink  lime green, stay up 'til dawn
                       F         E7
Maybe  the way that I'm living is killing me

Am                                    F
  I like to light up the stage with a song
            E7            Am
Do shit to keep me turned on
                            F                E7
But  one day I woke up like: Maybe  I'll do it differently

     Am
So I moved to California‚ but it's just a state of mind
             F                               E7
It  turns out everywhere you go‚ you take yourself‚ that's not a lie
Am
Wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine
    F            E7
It's killing me slowly

C                       G
  Dream a little dream of me
                         Dm
Make  me into something sweet
                    F                    G
Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song
                 Am
Fuck it, I love you
                 E7
Fuck it‚ I love you
                 Am
Fuck it, I love you
         F   G
I really do

Am                                 F
  I used to shoot up my veins in neon
                E7               Am
And shit's even brighter; you're gone
                       F
So many things I would say to you
  E7
I want you

    Am
You moved to California, but it's just a state of mind
             F
And you know everyone adores you
                             E7
You can't feel it and you're tired
      Am
Baby‚ wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine
         F           G
But it's killing me slowly

C                         G
  Dream a little dream of me
                          Dm
Turn this into something sweet
                   F                     G
Turn the radio on, dancing to a pop song
                 Am
Fuck it, I love you
                 E7
Fuck it, I love you
                 Am
Fuck it, I love you
         F   G
I really do

Am
It turns out California's more than just a state of mind
          F                                                  G
I met you on the boulevard, wind through my hair, you blew my mind
         Am
And if I wasn't so fucked up, I think I'd fuck you all the time
(I really do)
     F           G
It's killing me slowly

                        Am
(Fuck it, I love you) I moved to California, but it's just a state of mind                      
      F
(Fuck it, I love you) it turns out everywhere you go you take
                       E7
yourself, that's not a lie
                      Am
(Fuck it, I love you) wish that you would hold me or just say that you were mine
                   F           G
(I really do) it’s killing me slowly

                      Am
(Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin', got my money on my mind
                      F                   E7
(Fuck it, I love you) chances in my vein, running out of time
                      Am
(Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin', got my money on my mind
              F                   G
(I really do) chances in my vein, running out of time

                      Am
(Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin', got my money on my mind
                      F                   E7
(Fuck it, I love you) chances in my vein, running out of time
                      Am
(Fuck it, I love you) California dreamin', got my money on my mind
              F                   G
(I really do) chances in my vein, running out of time


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