Mean Tabulatur von Taylor Swift

Am               G
You, with your words like knives
      F                          F
And swords and weapons that you use against me
Am          G                 F     
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
         F
Got me feeling like a nothing
Am              G
You, with your voice like nails
         F                    F
On a chalkboard, calling me out when I'm wounded
Am       G                     F
You, picking on the weaker man
Am               G
You can take me down
                F         F
With just one single blow
Am                       G         F
But you don't know what you don't know
  

 C     G        F                  F
Someday I'll be living in a big old city
     C          G                F   F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
C        G       F                       F
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
C        G                       F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
                     C
Why you gotta be so mean?
Am                G


You, with your switching sides
            F                    F
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
Am         G              F
You have pointed out my flaws again
F
As if I don't already see them
Am  G
I walk with my head down,
F
Try to block you out 'cause I never impress you
Am      G            F        F
I just want to feel okay again
Am               G
I bet you got pushed around
F
Somebody made you cold but the cycle ends right now
Am                        G
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
F
And you don't know what you don't know


C        G        F         
Someday I'll be living in a big old city
     C          G                F   F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
C        G       F                       F   
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
C                G               F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
                     C
Why you gotta be so mean?

Am                        G
And I can see you years from now in a bar
F
Talking over a football game
Am                  G
With that same big loud opinion
F                  
But nobody's listening, washed up and ranting
Am                   G
About the same old bitter things
F
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
 Am                 G                   
But all you are is mean
F                           Am        G
All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic
F                      Am        G         F         F
And alone in life and mean, and mean, and mean, and mean


      C      G        F 
But someday I'll be living in a big old city
     C          G                F    F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
       C      G       F       
Yeah someday I'll be big enough

So you can't hit me
     C          G               F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
                     C
Why you gotta be so (mean)
C         G      F                       F
Someday I'll be living in a big old city
(Why you gotta be so mean)
     C          G                F    F
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
(Why you gotta be so mean)
C         G      F
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
(Why you gotta be so mean) 
     C          G                 F 
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
                      C
Why you gotta be so mean?

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