Taylor Swiftගේ The Tortured Poets Department ගීතයට ගිටාර් කෝඩ්ස් | VChords

[Verse 1]
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C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment
F
 Straight from the tortured poets department
C                                F
 I think some things I never say,
Like who uses typewriters anyway?
   Am7                        G
But   you're in self sabotage modes,
throwing spikes down on the road
C                           F
 But I've seen this episode and still love to show
Am7        G
Who else decodes you

[Chorus (1)]
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    C                        F
And who's gonna love you like me
    C                          F
And who's gonna know you if not me?
I laughed in your face and said,
Am7
   You're not Dylan Thomas
G
 I'm not Patty Smith
C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
 We're modern idiots
    Am7         G            C
And who's gonna love you like me
    F
Nobody
           C
No fucking body
    F
Nobody

[Verse 2]
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C
 You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate
F
 We declare Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
C                                    F
 I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
Am7                         G
   But you awaken with dread pounding nails in your head
C                  F
 But I let this one way come undone
  Am7           G
I chose this cyclone with you

[Chorus (2)]
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    C                        F
And who's gonna hold you like me
    C                        F
And who's gonna love you like me
I laughed in your face and said,
Am7
   You're not Dylan Thomas
G
 I'm not Patty Smith
C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
 We're modern idiots
    Am7         G            C
And who's gonna hold you like me
    F
Nobody
    C
Nobody
    F
Nobody

[Bridge]
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C
 Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
F
 But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
C
 And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
F
 Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be
C               F
 Cause we're crazy
So tell me
C                F
 Who's gonna love you
   Am7
At dinner you take my ring off
   G
my middle finger and put it on the one
C              F
 People put wedding rings on
                  Am7                 G
and that's the closest I've come to my heart exploded

[Chorus (3)]
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C                   F
Who's gonna hold you me
C                   F
Who's gonna know you me
Am7
   You're not Dylan Thomas
G
 I'm not Patty Smith
C
This ain't the Chelsea Hotel
F
 We're modern idiots
Am7         G       C
Who's gonna hold you

[Post-Chorus]
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F | C | F 

[Outro]
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Am7                  G
   You left your typewriter at my apartment
C                     F
 Straight from the tortured poets department
Am7        G
Who else decodes you

[Fade Out]
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C | F | C | F