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GThere could be G7countless reasons D7Tension rules this house CThat it does goes without Gsaying or doubt EYou of course claim it's a force that Amrules from stars far away, I say, GCould be the D7communists GMaybe the D7RCMP GMore likely Dyou and me, just Gdrifting away
GI offered small G7resistance D7that's a doorway made of glass CPatiently waiting for that Gstone to be cast EThough my inaction attrAmacted scorn that morning's quiet fuming GI never D7talk to you GYou don't like bD7eing ignored GMy thoughts are Dout that door and Gdrifting away
ENo I'm not mocking or Amtalking to amuse myself GYou've got my D7number down GYou know every D7one of my names GI think it's Dplain to see we've Gdrifted away
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GYou could be the G7Queen of England D7and still it'd be the same CCalling it quits can go by Gso many names ENeeding a breather ReAmlief A place Some space to call your own GI've heard 'em D7all before GI know every D7one of those lines GSo why don't you Dtake what's yours? I'll Gtake what's mine.
Eand no I'm not mocking or Amtalking to amuse myself GYou've got my D7number down GYou know every D7one of my names GI think it's Dplain to see we've Gdrifted away
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