Think of You

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Chris Young

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[Versetto]
A F#m
I walk in on Friday nights
D
Same old bar, same burned out lights
Same people and all the same faces
E
So why in the hell does it feel like a different place?
[Versetto]
A F#m
Meet my friends for a girls' night out
D
Seems there ain't much to talk about
Same drinks that we're all raising
E
But all of the toasts just don't feel the same
[Ritornello]
A
We used to be the life of the party
F#m
We used to be the ones that they wished they were
D
But now it's like they don't know how to act
E
Maybe they're like me and they want us back
A
It's like there's always an empty space
F#m
Those memories that nobody can erase
D
Of how bright we burned
E
Well now it hurts, but it's true
A
When they think of me, they think of you
[Versetto]
A F#m
They keep asking how I am
D
But they're really asking where you've been
I can read between all of the lines
E
It ain't just us missing all of the times
[Ritornello]
A
We were the life of the party
F#m
We used to be the ones that they wished they were
D
But now it's like they don't know how to act
E
Maybe they're like me and they want us back
A
It's like there's always an empty space
F#m
Those memories that nobody can erase
D
Of how bright we burned
E
Well now it hurts, but it's true
F#m
When they think of me, they think of you
[Ponte]
F#m E D
Ain't it funny how a flame like that
F#m
Oh whoa, when they think of you
F#m E D
It can burn when it's in the past
[Ritornello]
A
We used to be the life of the party
F#m
We used to be the ones that they wished they were
D
But now it's like they don't know how to act
E
Maybe they're like me and they want us back
A
It's like there's always an empty space
F#m
Those memories that nobody can erase
D
Of how bright we burned
E
Well now it hurts, but it's true
A
When they think of me, they think of you
[Outro]
A F#m
Oh, they think of you
D
When they think of me
E
Baby, baby, oh
A
When they think of me, they think of you