• Violão
• Guitarra
• Teclado
• Cavaquinho
• Contra-baixo
• Bateria
• Gaita
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Intro:  C F C F C F G  
x1 

Play this throughout the verses with a choppy latin rythm. 
Listen to the recording to the feel. 

Chorus: Am G Am F (repeat this twice during each Chorus) 

Last: Am G Am F G x2 

Other: Am G F x2 finish on Am  (Completing on the minor chord mirrors the songs  
of frustration and indecision, clever musical device!) 

Here are the lyrics: 

C               F                  C                        F 
Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye 
C                            F                 G F 
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring, 
you're thinking of something to say. 
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends. 

Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like 
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?" 

Then you'll call me a bitch 
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed, 
and i wont give a shit. 

Am                                 G 
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, 
Am 
and i know that i should let go, 
           F 
but i can't. 
And every time we fight i know it's not right, 
every time that you're upset and i smile. 
i know i should forget, but i can't. 

You said I must eat so many lemons 
'cause i am so bitter. 
I said 
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter." 

Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive, 
and i must admit that i was a bit scared, 
but it gives me thrills to wind you up. 

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, 
and i know that i should let go, 
but i can't. 
And every time we fight i know it's not right, 
every time that you're upset and i smile. 
i know i should forget, but i can't. 

Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise. 
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick. 
You've gone and got sick on my trainers, 
I only got these yesterday. 
Oh, my gosh, i cannot be bothered with this. 

Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin', 
and i purposely wont turn the heating on 
and dear God, i hope I'm not stuck with this one. 

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, 
and i know that i should let go, 
but i can't. 
And every time we fight i know it's not right, 
every time that you're upset and i smile. 
i know i should forget, but i can't. 

(last x2) 
And every time we fight i know it's not right, 
every time that you're upset and i smile. 
i know i should forget, but i can't.