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(INTRO)

F#m 
 
 
 
(VER)
 
 
Well, don’t  
A 
lie to me
 
Don’t  
F#m 
lie to yourself
 
We were  
D 
much too sentimental, baby
 
To  
E 
make it in the modern world
 
And I  
F#m 
spent my nights a
D 
lone
 
And I  
F#m 
rode the wheels  
D 
off
 
I  
A 
simply ain’t the first thief, honey
E 
Holed up on a cross
 
And I  
F#m 
don’t believe that  
A 
anybody
D 
Here should cry for me
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
‘Cause  
F#m 
they’ll 
 
 
D 
never 
 
 
A 
kno
E 
w
 
What it  
F#m 
cost 
 
 
D 
you to be  
A 
whol
E 
e
 
But to  
A 
me you’re a  
C# 
dream
 
A  
F#m 
divine 
 
myste
D 
ry
 
And I’m  
A 
lonely 
 
 
E 
F#m 
Lonely for you  
D 
only
 
I’m  
A 
lonely 
 
 
E 
F#m 
Lonely for you  
D 
only 
 
 
F#m 

 

 
 
 
(VER)
 
 
So come  
A 
talk to me
 
I can’t  
F#m 
see inside your head
 
There’s a  
D 
bitter beast that comes to feed
 
On the  
E 
things we never said
 
Tell me  
F#m 
all the vicious  
D 
things
 
That  
F#m 
no one knows but  
D 
God
 
You  
A 
simply ain’t the worst
 
That I’ve seen  
E 
stumbling through the dark
 
And I’ll  
F#m 
take it to my  
E 
grave
 
No matter  
D 
what they do to me
 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
‘Cause  
F#m 
they’ll 
 
 
D 
never 
 
 
A 
kno
E 
w
 
What it  
F#m 
cost 
 
 
D 
you to be  
A 
whol
E 
e
 
But to  
A 
me you’re a  
C# 
dream
 
A  
F#m 
divine 
 
myste
D 
ry
 
And I’m  
A 
lonely 
 
 
E 
F#m 
Lonely for you  
D 
only
 
I’m  
A 
lonely 
 
 
E 
F#m 
Lonely for you  
D 
only
F#m 
 
E 
 
D 
 
E 
 
 
 
(BRI)
 
 
And  
F#m 
maybe 
 
someday
 
We’ll get  
A 
used to all this rain
F#m 
Tumbling like the money through my  
D 
hands
 
And  
F#m 
maybe they’ll call and say
 
“We  
A 
made a big mistake”
 
And  
F#m 
you and I will get our  
D 
wings

 

 
 
 
(CHO)
 
 
‘Cause  
F#m 
they’ll 
 
 
D 
never 
 
 
A 
kno
E 
w
 
What it  
F#m 
cost 
 
 
D 
you to be  
A 
whol
E 
e
 
But to  
A 
me you’re a  
C# 
dream
 
A  
F#m 
divine 
 
myste
D 
ry
 
And I’m  
A 
lonely (I’m l
E 
onely)
F#m 
Lonely for you  
D 
only
 
I’m  
A 
lonely (I’m l
E 
onely)
F#m 
Lonely for you  
D 
only
 
 
 
(OUTRO)
 
 
To  
A 
call me  
E 
up and t
F#m 
ake me for a  
D 
ride
 
Where  
A 
troubled lovers r
E 
un away and  
F#m 
bleed for a  
D 
while
 
In  
A 
poems about  
E 
Jersey girls they  
F#m 
knew in another  
D 
life
A 
Long before  
E 
you and I were  
F# 
born
D 
 
A 
 
E 
 
A 

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