Em D C Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come backD Into your armsEm D Said you fucked another manC Finally, I knew this day would comeD Whoa oh ohEm D C Cause I see fear in your eyesD You've been living out your lifeEm D C D As long as you know that when I land you're mineEm D C D It's been exactly 365 since I've seen your faceEm D I've been living on the roadC And you've been living all alone, at homeD Em D C Girl I hope, he made you satisfiedD Well baby I won't cryB Am As long as you know that when I land you're mine [Hook]G B7/F# Em And you will never feel so prettyD C And you will never feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C D Oh when I make it there [Verse 2]Em D C D There are certain things that I've come to understandEm D C D Expectations can kill a simple man, a simple manEm D C D I try to master the art, of that far away loveEm D C D But only so much can keep a woman warmEm D C D Now it's times like this that I say to myselfEm D C We've been living in a cold, cold world, cold worldD Em D C But at least I have you to relyD Even if for a short timeB Am As long as you know when I land you're mine [Hook]G B7/F# Em And you will never feel so prettyD C And you will never feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C Oh when I make it thereD Em And he can't make you feel this prettyD C No, he won't make you feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C Oh when I make it there [Breakdown] Em D C D (x4) Em (x8) [Hook]Em And you will never feel so prettyD C And you will never feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C Oh when I make it thereD Em And he can't make you feel this prettyD C No, he won't make you feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C Oh when I make it thereD Em And you will never feel so prettyD C And you will never feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C Oh when I make it thereD Em And he can't make you feel this prettyD C No, he won't make you feel this beautifulD Em When I make it thereD C D Oh when I make it there [Outro]Em Quand une putain de colombe blanche chante sa chansonEm C'est tout ce qu'on entendEm Les jours se défilent comme de la ficelle dans le ventEm Embobiné dans ma toile, je les dévoile à nouveauEm 10 ans mon ami, que rien d'autre ne compteEm Elle n'était qu'une gamine à ce momentEm Souffrant d'un cœur brisé, une douleur très profondeEm C'est là où je l'ai aperçue, seule, prête à entamer ses 17 ans
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Composição: Dannyboystyles, Brandon Hollemon, Daheala, The Weeknd e Richard Hilfiger
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