Bailey

[Verse 1]
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Desolate
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Isolated in a crowd of friends
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Innocent
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So well again until the night ends
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
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And now she’s going, going, gone
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Left with her facade
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Got her heels halfway on
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When she goes back to where she’s from
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She’s barely holding on
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But she’s dancing on tables
 
 
[Chorus]
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Oh god, Bailey
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You think you’re funny but you’re not
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When the look is all you got
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Oh god, Bailey
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You spend your Daddy’s credit card
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Then complain that money’s hard
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And your pictures compensate for the
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lack for your fun
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And you wonder why you’re alone
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Oh god, Bailey
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You think you’re funny but you’re not
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When the look is all you got, Bailey
 
 
[Verse 2]
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Formulaic
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My calendar is just a book of poems
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So how are we playing?
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Are we running like kids?
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Are we over it?
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
                D
And now she’s going, going, gone
 E
Left with her facade
         F#m            C#m
Got her heels halfway on
                D
When she goes back to where she’s from
       E                 F#m
She’s barely holding on
                      C#m
But she’s dancing on tables
 
 
[Chorus]
         D    E
Oh god, Bailey
                  F#m
You think you’re funny but you’re not
          C#m
When the look is all you got
         D    E
Oh god, Bailey
                 F#m
You spend your Daddy’s credit card
          C#m
Then complain that money’s hard
          D
And your pictures compensate for the
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lack for your fun
         F#m                  C#m
And you wonder why you’re alone
         D    E
Oh god, Bailey
                  Bm              C#m
You think you’re funny but you’re not
          F#m             E    E   D
When the look is all you got, Bailey
 
 
[Bridge]
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Thought we had it figured out
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Such a treacherous chase of a boy
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But Bailey, would you slow down?
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I can’t lie
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Bailey, nothing’s figured out
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Tracing the steps to your porch
 
And I can’t
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Can’t slow down now
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Can’t slow down now
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But I can try
 
 
[Chorus]
         D    E
Oh god, Bailey
                  F#m
You think you’re funny but you’re not
          C#m
When the look is all you got
         D    E
Oh god, Bailey
                F#m
You spend your Daddy’s credit card
          C#m
Then complain that money’s hard
          D
And your pictures compensate for the
 E
lack for your fun
         F#m                  C#m
And you wonder why you’re alone
         D    E
Oh god, Bailey
                  Bm              C#m
You think you’re funny but you’re not
          F#m             E   E   D
When the look is all you got Bailey