G D 3am on a friday nightBm Driving down the highwayA We just saying nothingG D Wish I could read your mindBm But I barely know it at allA Guess that's probably my faultG D I wish that I could hold on to everythingBm A I wish that I could just have another minuteG D Scares me to think that we’ll grow upA And I'll barely know youG D So one day when we're living our livesBm I hope that we’re just fineA Hope that I know what you're going throughG D One day I hope that you'll call meBm And tell me your problemsA When you're just so lost Don't know what to doG D Heard that it's just when you're youngerBm That things seem harderA So I'm really hoping that talk is trueG Just wanna be clearD That I have this big fearBm I won’t know you in five yearsA G D Bm So can you stay right here? mmhA G D Bm So can you stay right here?
Dear Brother
Tate McRae
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