F Deep in uncharted water, we were at sea with the factF That a glance over a shoulder would see us taken abackBb C I was hook, line and sinker nested inside your headF This sweet-toothed over thinker to your right lies in your bed [Verse 2]F Apathy at it’s finest has got a tight hold on usF Well ’tis the season for it, the haze of summer now pastBb C But when in the depth of winter, I say embrace the lullF Slow down, take a moment to centre and indulge [Instrumental]Bb C [Pre-Chorus]Bb C I’ll take care of youBb C Be the girl you want me toBb C Within this suburb where this little love grew [Chorus]Bb And settled in FitzroyF My mind won’t dare to wanderGm Am When faced with what I’ve stumbled uponBb A chance encounter with you, boyF Bb Stars aligning in their rarest of formsC So let your bedroom be our port in a stormF When we’re in Fitzroy[Instrumental]F [Verse 3]F Unashamedly hopeless romantics and desperate artist at bestF Spending my time in small venues, you spend your days at a deskBb C When walls cave in around you, know this redeeming thoughtF Bb I wait at home to greet you, I’ll treat you like you’re a God [Pre-Chorus]C Bb C Well I’ll take care of youBb C Be the girl you want me to [Chorus]Bb When we’re in FitzroyF My mind won’t dare to wanderGm Am When faced with what I’ve stumbled uponBb A chance encounter with you, boyF Gm Stars aligning in their rarest of formsAm So let your bedroom be our port in a stormBb F And we can let go of torturous resistanceGm Am When nothing and no one else is in existenceBb C We’re revelling in filling the voidDm C Am Bb When we’re in FitzroyDm C Am Bb Dm C Am Bb I didn't know what else was in existenceDm C Am Bb I didn't know what else, I didn't know what elseDm C Am Bb I didn't know what elseDm C Am Bb I didn't know what elseDm C Am Bb C [Pre-Chorus]Bb C I’ll take care of youBb C Be the girl you want me to [Chorus]Bb When we’re in FitzroyF My mind won’t dare to wanderGm Am When faced with what I’ve stumbled uponBb A chance encounter with you, boyF Gm Stars aligning in their rarest of formsAm So let your bedroom be our port in a stormBb F And we can let go of torturous resistanceGm Am When nothing and no one else is in existenceBb C We’re revelling in filling the voidBb C We’re revelling in filling the voidBb C We’re revelling in filling the voidF When we’re in Fitzroy
When Were In Fitzroy
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