Written by Frederick Macpherson
Verse:
A
Youā' re lying in your bedroom in my mind
F#m D
As heā' s probably switching off the light, I miss you
A
These emails I draft but never send.
F#m D
Works of art you couldnā' t comprehend, I miss you
A F#m D
Donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try
A F#m D
Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of them 
Verse:
A
Your flat is only half a mile away,
F#m D
I meant every single word I didnā' t say, I miss you
A
This city is always heavy on my mind,
F#m D
Iā' d steal the Chevy in the parking lot outside, I love...you
A F#m D
Donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try, donā' t make me try
A F#m D
Not in front of them, not in front of them, not in front of them
A F#m D
Donā' t make me cry, donā' t make me cry, donā' t make me cry
A F#m D
Not in front of him, not in front of him, not in front of him
Outro: A F#m D
Enjoy folks!
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