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Arctic Monkeys
She was F#m close, A close enough to be your F#m ghost
But my A chances turned to toast
When I D asked her if I Bm could call her your A name F#m A F#m
She was F#m close, and she A held me very F#m tightly
'Til I A asked awfully politely, D please
Can Bm I call you A her F#m name A F#m E
And I D elongated my lift Bm home,
I Bm smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And E kept my shortcuts to myself
It was F#m close, A so close that the walls were F#m wet
And she A wrote it out in D letra-set
No, you Bm can't call me her C#m name
And F#m I've asked everyone
I'm Bm beginning to think I E imagined you all E6 along
And I D elongated my lift Bm home,
I Bm smelt your scent on the seatbelt
And Dm kept my shortcuts to myself
She was F#m close, well you A couldn't get much F#m closer
She said I'm A really not supposed to but D yes,
You can Bm call me anything you A want
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