11:11
(c)1999 Russell Wolff

D-G-D-Em-G x 3
D-G-D-Em-Asus
You don't want to do that, just to set yourself up for a fall
3 years later you come back into my life with an innocent call on the telephone
so grateful that I was not there to receive your invitation
I let my machine bear the brunt of your stare

Em-Em-G-G-Em-Em-A-Asus-A
I look at my calendar marked off the day
That I promised myself that I would not say 
I love you again, but I love you again

Bm-G-D-G-D--Bm-G-A-Asus-A
Bm-G-D-D/F#-G/B-Em-G-D
What would you say if I turned out the lights and was gone
The look in your eyes contradicting your voice on the phone
The note that I wrote you was never intended to say
Baby you'd give me tomorrow, all I want is today

You want some attention so you slowly crept out of your shell
You're tired and you're beaten, you're cyrin about something and you're looking like hell
And I held you for at least the 100th last time
I bought you those roses, and it's starting to look like one hell of a crime

Check my alarm clock to look up the time, it says 11:11 I wished on this dime
That I called you again, I can't call you again

Break
A-Bm-C-Em-A-Bm-C-G-A-Bm-{descending: B,A,G, F#, A, or G, F#, E, D, A}
Why, lie to yourself when you know this isn't fair
Relax don't let yourself fall further in this air
I say to my self, surrender your will, when it's almost gone to hell

CHORUS

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