Now, I [F#]can’t behave
I feel it in my feet on the st[A#m]reets
But don’t you k[B]now?
There’s something I can feel when I b[F#]reathe


I told [F#]you once
You’re breaking into separate [A#m]parts
But don’t you kn[B]ow?
It’s something that I can’t live with[D#m]out

And if [B]somebody’s going to [F#]make it
then this [D#m]somebody ought to be you
And I [B]keep telling my re[F#]flection
Am[C#]bitions are already starting to f[F#]ade


I can’t [F#]tolerate
The feelings that I feel when I [A#m]feel
But don’t you k[B]now?
Some feelings never seem to let [F#]go


Like a [F#]silverblade
I cut my way out of con[A#m]trol
But don’t you [B]know?
Some blades will cut you right to the [D#m]bone


And if [B]somebody’s going to [F#]make it
then this [D#m]somebody ought to be you
And if [B]somebody’s going to [F#]fake it
then this [C#]somebody, somebody is you
If it’s [B]me that was going to [F#]take it
then I [D#m]know that it wouldn’t be straight
And I [B]keep telling my re[F#]flection
Am[C#]bitions are already starting to f[F#]ade


I Can’t [F#]tolerate...
(Can’t tolerate)
I Can’t [A#m]tolerate..[C#].
(Can’t tolerate)


And if [B]somebody’s going to [F#]make it
then this [D#m]somebody ought to be you
And if [B]somebody’s going to [F#]fake it
then this [C#]somebody, somebody is you
If it’s [B]me that was going to [F#]take it
then I [D#m]know that it wouldn’t be straight
And I [B]keep telling my re[F#]flection
Am[C#]bitions are already starting to f[F#]ade

And I [B]keep telling my re[F#]flection
Am[C#]bitions are already starting to f[F#]ade..

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