Bastille - The draw

In my l^Ameft hand, ^Cthere is a ^Gfamiliar In my ^Amright hand, ^Cthere's a great ^Gunknown I can^Am see those ^Cmadly different ^Ggrasses That ^AmI'm drawn to, ^CFriday nights at ^Ghome ^FDon't listen to your ^Cfriends see the ^Amdespair behind their ^Geyes ^FDon't listen to your ^Cfriends they really ^Amcare and want to know w^Ghy

I can feel the ^Fdraw I can feel it ^Cpulling me back, It's ^Ampulling me back, It's ^Gpulling me

I can feel it^C pulling me back, It's^Am pulling me back, It's^G pulling me Verse 2: Are you ^Amdrifting' ^CWay beyond whats ^Gwrong Cause only I ^Amhear the ^Cwords that they can't ^Gsay When you ^Amgo home ^Ceverything looks d^Gifferent And your ^Amscared of ^Cbeing left ^Gbehind Don't l^Fisten to your ^Cfriends trust that their ^Amfair, look in their ^Geyes Don't l^Fisten to your ^Cfriends they only care and ^Amhope you're a^Glright

I can feel the ^Fdraw I^C can feel it's pulling^Am me back, It's pulling^G me