Peach Pit - Thursday: chords

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A#                              F
Coming up in the radio silence happened to hear,
                D#
how you've done nothing this year
         A#       F
But the same old boyfriend

At the ball game look at that 
tall thing up and then down,
what a heavenly sound
As you cuss him out

Chorus:
D#                                    A#
Keep it up as if I would ever have a place for you,
 F
kickin' round in my room
D#                                      A#
Hold my hand as if I would ever let you be my man,
 F
catch on up if you can
D#                                         A#
Leave you beaming with every second just a walk away
 F
fuckin' up a Thursday
D#
Fuckin' up a Thursday

When I was looking at you I never saw another
thing that I could need
Pictured all the fakes I'd have to be
Heavens up and go

When I was looking at you one morning
I was on the fence to make a run
Fixed on all the things that made you fun
That've now grown old

A#
Evened up before selling it
  F
While away
                 D#
I'm too shackled up to say
             A# F
I'm a damn fool

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