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This tab was partly based on the following clip of a live performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vT07lzU7xjg *** C*: e | 0 B | 3 G | 0 D | 4 A | 5 E | x *** Intro: Dm-C*-Dm-C* VERSE 1:
FThey even looked at each other once C* Across a crowded bar
EmHe was with Martha DmShe with Tom
Neither Fof them really knew C* What was going on
Strange feeling of neEmver Heartbeats becoming Dmsynchronized
Staying that way foreverF
C* But most of the time It was just near misses
Air kissesEm
Once in a book store
Once at a partyDm She came in as he was leavingF
C* And years ago at the movies
She sat behind himEm
Six thirty showing
Of WDmhile You Were Sleeping FNever once looked around
CHORUS: Dm-C-F-Dm It's so easy from above You can't really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates but we walk Past them every day Oh no F-C*-Em-Dm VERSE 2: F-C*-Em-Dm And it's not like they were actually ever unhappy in the lives they lived He married Martha She married Tom Just this vague notion that something was wrong An ache, an absence, a phantom limb
An itch that could never be scratchedF
cHORUS Dm-C-F-Dm It's so easy from above You can't really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates but we walk Past them every day Oh no F-C*-Em-Dm BRIDGE
CNeither of them knew what was Emgoing on FThe strange feeling of never Heartbeats becoming synchronisedFm
Staying that way foreveDmr
INTERLUDE: Dm-C-F-Dm VERSE 3 F-C*-Em-Dm And who knows whether that's how it should be Maybe a ghost lives in that vacancy Maybe that's how books get written Maybe that's why songs get sung Maybe we owe the unlucky ones cHORUS Dm-C-F-Dm It's so easy from above You can't really see it all People who belong together Lost and sad and small But there's nothing to be done for them It doesn't work that way Sure we all have soulmates but we walk Past them every day Oh no CLOSING VERSE F-C*-Em-Dm Maybe that's how books get written Maybe that's why songs get sung Maybe we owe the unlucky ones