Echo & the Bunnymen - Game

^C A sense of duty was my one intention and an ^Gugly beauty was my own invention ^C Pride a proud refusal ^GI refuse to need your approval ^C Too many seekers, too few beacons But th^Grough the fog, we'll keep on beaming Through the ^Fcrying hours of your glittery year^Ems ^Dmall the ^Cliving out, of your tinsel tears and the ^Fmidnight trains, I never made ^Em'cos ^DmI'd ^Calready G C, C, G, G played...the game

^C Everybody's got their own good reason why their ^Gfavorite season, is their favorite season ^C Winter winners and those summers suns aren't good for ^Geveryone, aren't good for everyone ^C Spring has sprung and autumns ^GSo well done, so well done

And it's a ^Fbetter thing that we do no^Emw, for^Dmgetting ^Ceverything, the whys and hows While you r^Feminisce about the things you mis^Ems Dm C G C D, G, G you won't be ready, to kiss...goodbye

^GThe earth ^Cis a world The world is a ^Dball A ball in a ^Ggame with no rules at all And just as I ^Cwonder at the beauty of it ^Dall you go and ^Gdrop it and it breaks when it falls

I'll never ^Funderstand why you thought I ^Emwould need ^Dmto be ^C reassured and be understood When I ^Falways knew that your bad's my ^Emgood and ^DmI was ^Cready ^Gready...to be ^Cloved

Born under ^CMars With Jupiter ^Grising Fallen from ^Cstars That lit my hor^Gizon

I'll never ^Funderstand why you thought I ^Emwould need ^Dmto be ^C reassured and be understood When I ^Falways knew t^Emhat your bad's my good and ^DmI was ^Cready, re^Gady...to be

Through the ^Fcrying hours of your glit^Emtery years ^Dmall the ^Cliving out of your tinsel tears and the mi^Fdnight trains I ^Emnever made 'co^Dms I^C'd al-^Gready played

and it's a ^Fbetter thing that ^Emwe do n^Dmow forgetting ^CEverything the whys and hows While you ^Freminisce about the th^Emings you miss you ^Dmwon't be ^Cready to ^Gkiss...good^Cbye