Bernadette

Arrah And The Ferns

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Waking up to the morning through my fishbowl

And I worry is she sleeping? Is she breathing? Is she dead?

And would I be a better mother to a kitty

Or a puppy, or chimpanzees, or maybe to your baby

Lord willing

Lord willing, Lord willing

If I'm alive this time tomorrow

I'll have lots more time to kill

and maybe we could rearrange my furniture

to make lots more room to fill

Whoa yeah

You and I we lay like fireflies retired from those summer nights

All bottled up as victims of our child's play

And when we laugh these walls are muted by our existence

Should I be a bit more persistent when I ask you to stay over?

If you're willing

If you're willing, you're willing

You are the only one that matters

And the only one who knows

Every inch of my perimeter

From my fingers to my toes

And I don't know where we'll be tomorrow

But I have one guarantee

For these arms once held malignancy

You know that I'm willing

I'm willing I'm willing

I'm willing to take you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to follow you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to take you home

I'm willing, I'm willing

I'm willing to call you home

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Readable chord sheet for Bernadette by Arrah And The Ferns

[G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G]

Waking[C] up to the [G]morning through my[C] fishbowl
And I [G]worry is she s[C]leeping? Is she b[G]reathing? Is s[C]he dead?  [G]
And would I [C]be a better [G]mother to a [C]kitty
Or a [G]puppy, or chim[C]panzees, or [G]maybe to your [C]baby
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willing, Lord [C]willing  [Em]
If I'm a[G]live this time to[C]morrow
I'll have [G]lots more time to [Em]kill
and maybe we could [G]rearrange my [C]furniture
to make [D]lots more room to [G]fill
Whoa [C]yeah  [G]      [C]          [G]              [C]                  [G]                      [C]                          [G]
You and [C]I we lay like [G]fireflies re[C]tired from those [G]summer nights
All [C]bottled up as [G]victims of our [C]child's play  [G]
And when we [C]laugh these walls ar[G]e muted by our e[C]xistence
Should I [G]be a bit more per[C]sistent when I [G]ask you to stay [C]over?
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willing, you're [C]willing  [Em]
You are the [G]only one that [C]matters
And the [G]only one who [Em]knows
Every [G]inch of my per[C]imeter
From my f[G]ingers to my [Em]toes
And I don't know [G]where we'll be to[C]morrow
But I [G]have one guaran[Em]tee
For these [G]arms once held ma[C]lignancy
You [D]know that I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to take you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to follow you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to take you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to call [G]you home

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