C G Is it my imagination?Am Is it something that I’m taking?F All the smiles that I’m faking “Everything is great, everything is fucking great”C G Going out every weekendAm Staring at the stars on the ceilingF Hollywood friends, gotta see them Such a good time, I believe it this time [Pre-Chorus]C Tuesday nightG Glazed over eyesAm F Just one more pint or five N.C. Does it even matter anyway? [Chorus]C G We’re dancing on tablesE7 Am And I’m off my faceF With all of my peopleC And it couldn’t get better they sayG We’re singing 'til last callE/G# Am And it’s all out of tuneF Should be laughing, but there’s something wrongFm And it hits me when the lights go on N.C. Shit, maybe I miss you [Verse 2]C G Just like that and I’m soberAm I’m asking myself, “Is it over?”F Maybe I was lying when I told you “Everything is great, everything is fucking great”C G And all of these thoughts and the feelingsAm Chase you down if you don’t need themF I’ve been checking my phone all evening Such a good time, I believe it this time [Pre-Chorus]C Tuesday nightG Glazed over eyesAm F Just one more pint or five N.C. Does it even matter anyway? [Chorus]C G We’re dancing on tablesE7 Am And I’m off my faceF With all of my peopleC And it couldn’t get better they sayG We’re singing 'til last callE/G# Am And it’s all out of tuneF Should be laughing, but there’s something wrongFm And it hits me when the lights go on N.C. Shit, maybe I miss you [Bridge]C G Now I’m asking my friends how to say “I’m sorry”G Am They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”Am And we can’t even be on the phone nowF And I can’t even be with you alone nowC Oh, how shit changesG Am We were in love, now we’re strangers When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all awayF Get another two shots 'cause it doesn’t matter anyway [Chorus]C G We’re dancing on tablesE7 Am And I’m off my faceF With all of my peopleC And it couldn’t get better they sayG We’re singing 'til last callE/G# Am And it’s all out of tuneF Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits me when the lights go onC G We’re dancing on tablesE7 Am And I’m off my faceF With all of my peopleC And it couldn’t get better they sayG We’re singing 'til last callE/G# Am And it’s all out of tuneF Should be laughing, but there’s something wrongFm And it hits me when the lights go on N.C. Shit, maybe I’ll miss you
Miss You
Louis Tomlinson
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Composição: Julian C Bunetta, Richard Boardman, Louis Tomlinson, Ian Zachary Franzino, Asia Whiteacre, Ion e Pablo Bowman
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