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Capo 4 

        D
They're kicking us out saying it's time to close,
      Cadd9
We're leaning on each other try'na beat the cold
G
Carry you shoes and I gave you my coat,

      D
Walking these streets like they're paved gold
    Cadd9
Make many more excuses not to go
G
Neither one of us want to take that taxi home

            D
Singing our hearts out,
            Cadd9
standing on chairs,
             G
Spending the time
like we are millionaires

             D
Laughing our heads off
              Cadd9
the two of us there
             G
Spending the time 
like we are millionaires
Millionaires.

D
Lost my heart and I hope to die
Cadd9
Seeing that sunlight hit your eyes
G
Been up all night but you still look amazing to me
Yeah

D
Half the time of the night you only dream about
Cadd9
If God came down he could take me now
G
Cause in my mind, yeah we will always be

            D
Singing our hearts out,
            Cadd9
standing on chairs
             G
Spending our time
like we are millionaires

             D
Laughing our heads off,
              Cadd9
the two of us there
             G
Spending the time
like we are millionaires
millionaires.

yeah,
D
Look at us since six in the morning
Cadd9
If time was money, yeah we'd be worth a fortune
G
I swear you may think your'e rich
G
You could have a million euro but you cant buy this

Em
And the band was on, playing our song
Em
We messed up the lyrics as we sing along
G
But we didn't care,
G
Cause it felt like we were the only ones there
Em
My feet where sore, my bones were raw
Em
They're turning off the lights, when we were shouting more
G
Shouting more,

           D
Singing our hearts out
            Cadd9
standing on chairs
             G
Spending the time
like we are millionaires

             D
Laughing our heads off,
              Cadd9
the two of us there
             G
Spending the time
like we are millionaires
millionaires.

      D
Walking these streets like their paved gold
    Cadd9
Anymore excuses is not to go
G
Neither one of us want to take that taxi home