Nothing Compares Pixie Lott
[G]Walking down Brick Lane, [Gm]feeling blue
[F]Winds blowing [Fm]lightly and [C]I pict[F]ure [C]you.
[G]Sweet Sunday morning, [Gm]with nothing to do.
[F]Love is like a [Fm]dream, when it's [C]just me [F]and [C]you.
[G] [C] [G] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
[G]Open my window, [Gm]sing me a song.
[F]Baby can't you see that [Fm]this is w[C]here I [F]bel[C]ong
Wit[G]h your hand in my hand, [Gm]still feel feel the love
[F]Really wish that we could [Fm]go back to the w[C]ay that [F]it [C]was.
[G] [C] [G] [C] [Am] [G] [F]
They say [Dm]if it doesn't kill you [Am]it'll make you s[G]tronge[F]r.
Oh, but [Dm]I can't be without[Am] you any [G]longer[F].
[F]Everytime I let it go, [G]baby it's [Am]you.
[G]Nothing com[C]pares [F]to [G]you.
[G]Nothing com[C]pares [F]to [G]you.
Sweet sunday morning, all by myself.
Hard love what we've done, when with anyone else.
Watch my mascara dripping down.
Baby how did we end up like this? Where are you now?
They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger.
Oh, but I can't be without you any longer.
Everytime I let it go, baby it's you.
Nothing compares to you.
Nothing compares to you.
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