[Intro]
  F        C/E      Dm7      C       
 
  F        C/E      Dm7      C       
 
F                    C/E 
I spy with my little tired eye 
          Dm7                              C 
Tiny as a firefly, a pebble that we picked up last July 
F                      C/E 
 Down deep inside your pocket 
             Dm7 
We almost forgot it 
                  C 
Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?
[Medio]
F     C/E     Dm7  C 
 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
[Estribillo]
F                     C/E 
 They said the end is comin 
                 Dm7 
Everyone's up to something 
                      C                  F 
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings 
                         C/E 
Outside they're push and shoving 
                      Dm7 
You're in the kitchen humming 
                  C 
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
[Instrumental]
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[Estrofa]
F 
 On the way home 
C/E 
 I wrote a poem 
Dm7 
 You say, What a mind" 
C 
 This happens all the time
[Medio]
F     C/E     Dm7  C 
 Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
[Estribillo]
F                           C/E 
'Cause they said the end is coming 
                 Dm7 
Everyone's up to something 
                      C                  F 
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings 
                         C/E 
Outside they're push and shoving 
                      Dm7 
You're in the kitchen humming 
                  C 
All that you ever wanted from me was nothing
[Puente]
F                       C/E 
Industry disrupters and soul deconstructors 
     Dm7                         C 
And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other 
        F                        C/E 
And the voices that implore "You should be doing more" 
   Dm7                   C 
To you I can admit, that I'm just too soft for all of it
[Instrumental]
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| F      | C/E    | Dm7    | C      |
[Estribillo]
F                     G 
 They said the end is coming 
                 C 
Everyone's up to something 
                      Am                 F 
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings 
                         G 
Outside they're push and shoving 
                      C 
You're in the kitchen humming 
                  Em                       F 
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing 
                     G 
They said the end is coming (They said the end is coming) 
                 C 
Everyone's up to something (Everyone's up to something) 
                      Am                 F 
I find myself running home to your sweet nothings 
                         G 
Outside they're push and shoving (Outside they're push and shoving) 
                      C 
You're in the kitchen humming (You're in the kitchen humming) 
                  Am 
All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing
[Outro]
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