No Regrets – Robbie Williams
Intro: . . . . . . .
Verse 1(half time)
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Tell me a story where we are chained
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We’d live our lives together and not es - tranged
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I didn’t lose my mind, it was mine to give a - way
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Couldn’t stay to watch me cry, you didn’t have the time
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So I softly slip a - way
Chorus 1: (double time)
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No re - grets, they don’t work
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No re - grets now, they only hurt
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Sing me a love song, drop me a line
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Suppose it’s just a point of view
Ab7 . . . [intro]
But they tell me I’m doing fine
Verse 2:
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I know from the outside, we looked good for each other
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I guess things were going wrong when
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You didn’t like my mother
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I don’t want to hate but that’s all you’ve left me with
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A bitter fantasy and a fantasy
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Of how we ought to li - ve
Chorus 1: (double time)
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No re - grets, they don’t work
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No re - grets now, they only hurt
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I know they’re still talking demons in your head
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If I could just stop hating you
Ab7 . . . (Aadd9) . . .(to bridge)
I’d feel sorry for us in - stead
Bridge:
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Remember the photographs in-sane
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The ones where we all laughed so lame
Aadd9 . . .
We were having the time of our lives
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We’ll thank you, it was real bla - st (to chorus 1)
Link:
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Outro: (half time)
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Everything I wanted to be, every time I walked away
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Every time you told me to leave, I just wanted to stay
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Every time you looked at me and every time you smiled
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I just felt so vacant, you would treat me like a child
C#5 . . .
I love the way we used to laugh
C#5/E . . .
I love the way we used to smile
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Often I sit down and think of you for a while
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And then it passes me by and I think of someone else instead
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I guess the love we once had is officially . . .