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Last Call

Höfundur lags: Elliott Smith Sent inn af: Anonymous
[D]last call he was sick of it [F]all a[G]sleep at [Bb]home   
[D]told you [F]off and good[G]bye  [A]    [Bb]    
well you know one d[D]ay it'll come to h[F]aunt you that you d[G]idn't tell him q[Bb]uite   
the truth

[D]you're a crisis, you're an [F]icicle, you're a [G]tongueless talker, you[A] don't
[Bb]care what you say
you're a [G]jaywalker and you just, just[Gm] walk a[Ebsus2]way       
and that's[Gm] all you[Csus2] do      
the [Gm]clap of the [Ebsus2]fading out [Gm]sound of your [Csus2]shoes [Gm]    
[Ebsus2]made him [Gm]wonder [Csus2]who he       [Gm]thought that he [Ebsus2]knew        [Gm]    [Csus2]    
last [D]call he was sick of it [F]all, the [G]endless stream of re[Bb]minders
made him so[D] sick of you, sick of you, [F]sick of you, sick of your s[G]ound,
sick of yo[A]u com[Bb]in' around
[D]tryin to crawl [F]under my skin when I [G]already shed my[Bb] best defense

it comes [D]out all around that you've [F]won and I think I'm all [G]done, you can
sw[A]itch me off sa[Bb]fely   
while I'm [G]lyin' here waiting for sleep to over[Gm]take me [Ebsus2]    

[Gm]    [C7]    [Gm7]    [Ebsus2]    [Gm]    [Csus2]    
[Gm]you're still [Ebsus2]here but just [Gm]check to make [Csus2]sure      
[Gm]all you a[Ebsus2]spired to [Gm]do was en[Csus2]dure      
you can't [Gm]ask for more, [Ebsus2]ask for more, [Gm]knowing you'll [Csus2]never get
[Gm]that which you [Ebsus2]asked fo       [Gm]r    [Csus2]    
so you [Gm]cast your [Ebsus2]shadow        [Gm]every[Csus2]where      
like the [Gm]man in the [Ebsus2]moon        [Gm]    [Csus2]    
and you [F]start to drink and just [E]wanna con[F]tinue
[G]it'll all be [C/G]yesteryear soon
you [F]start to drink and just [E]wanna con[F]tinue
[G]it'll all be [C/G]yesteryear soon

[D]    [F]    [G]    [Bb]    
[D]church bells and[F] now I'm awake and I[G] guess it must be[A] some[Bb] kind of holiday
I can't [D]seem to [F]join in the celebra[G]tion [A]    [Bb]    
but I'll [D]go to the service and I'll [F]go to pray and I'll [G]sing the praises in
[A]my mak[Bb]er's name
like [A]I   [G]was as good as she made me
and I [Gm]wanted her to [Ebsus2]tell me that [Gm]she would never [Csus2]wake me x8
I'm [Gm]lyin' here [Ebsus2]waiting for [Gm]sleep to [Csus2]overtake me

[Gm]    [Ebsus2]    [Gm]    [C7]    
[Gm7]    [Ebsus2]    [Gm]    [Csus2]    
[Gm]    [Ebsus2]    [Gm]    [Csus2]    [Gm]    

last call he was sick of it all asleep at home
told you off and goodbye
well you know one day it'll come to haunt you that you didn't tell him quite
the truth

you're a crisis, you're an icicle, you're a tongueless talker, you don't
care what you say
you're a jaywalker and you just, just walk away
and that's all you do
the clap of the fading out sound of your shoes
made him wonder who he thought that he knew
last call he was sick of it all, the endless stream of reminders
made him so sick of you, sick of you, sick of you, sick of your sound,
sick of you comin' around
tryin to crawl under my skin when I already shed my best defense

it comes out all around that you've won and I think I'm all done, you can
switch me off safely
while I'm lyin' here waiting for sleep to overtake me


you're still here but just check to make sure
all you aspired to do was endure
you can't ask for more, ask for more, knowing you'll never get
that which you asked for
so you cast your shadow everywhere
like the man in the moon
and you start to drink and just wanna continue
it'll all be yesteryear soon
you start to drink and just wanna continue
it'll all be yesteryear soon


church bells and now I'm awake and I guess it must be some kind of holiday
I can't seem to join in the celebration
but I'll go to the service and I'll go to pray and I'll sing the praises in
my maker's name
like I was as good as she made me
and I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me x8
I'm lyin' here waiting for sleep to overtake me



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  • A
  • Gm
  • Ebsus2
  • Csus2
  • C7
  • Gm7
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  • C/G

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