Ice Cream

The Wombats

  • A
  • A/E
  • Bm
  • D
  • E
  • F#m
  • G
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Tom:
D F#m E
D F#m E [Verse 1]
D Beyond the pines are the breeze I shoot
D There's a place where I undo
F#m And it happens all the time
A/E I'm immune to goodbyes, oh
D Swiss watch and a baseball cap
D Won't go far with a face like that
F#m Still they keep me wanting more
A A church with a locked door [Pre-Chorus]
F#m Bm You keep me wanting more [Chorus]
D Bm Everything gets blurry, am I right here you want me?
F#m A Melting like an ice cream in the sun
D Bm She's low and he's high, but I take it offline
F#m A Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
D F#m E An ice cream in the sun [Verse 2]
D Art imitates life again
D Rose and I used to be friends
F#m We'd hang out from time to time
E When we could toe the line, oh
D What I like in humility
D My ego pays back to me
F#m And it keeps me wanting more
A A church with a locked door [Pre-Chorus]
F#m G Bm You keep me wanting more [Chorus]
D Bm Everything gets blurry, am I right here you want me?
F#m A Melting like an ice cream in the sun
D Bm She's low and he's high, but I take it offline
F#m A Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
D Bm F#m A An ice cream in the sun
D Bm Everything gets blurry, am I right here you want me?
F#m A Melting like an ice cream in the sun
D Bm She's low and he's high, but I take it offline
F#m A Is there really such a thing as too much fun?
D Bm F#m A An ice cream in the sun
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Composição: Daniel Joseph Haggis, Tord Overland Knudsen e Matthew Murphy

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