Regina Spektor - The one who stayed and the one who left

H^Ae went to visit an old, old friend A^Dnd it was long, long ^Goverdue^{D A}And though they stayed up very late Th^Dey never talked out of tu^Grn or tu^Dne ^AAnd every time they'd ^A7say goodbye ^DWell he'd just stay an^Gother w^Dhile ^AThey started from a distant place ^DAnd were so happy f^Gace to f^Dace

^AThe one who left wanted everything ^DThe one who stayed never wanted more ^AIt's not your choice, it's how you're built ^DIt's in a blueprint of your soul ^AThe one who left, he ^A7dropped his smile ^DAnd they sat^G quiet ^Dfor a while ^AThen the one who stayed ^A7began to speak ^DAnd in his words, he ^Ganswered ^Dwhy

^DI'm just another ^Gmdrop in the bucket ^DI'm just another ^Bmsong on a jukebox ^AI'm just another ^Gface in the crowd Another ^Afish in the^D sea ^DSomething to being ^Gmone of the many ^DSomething to being ^Bmone in the masses ^ASomething to being ^Gsurrounded by others And not al^Aone by your^Dself

^EI never wanted the bright lights in my ^Aeyes, I'm ^Dmuch too quiet ^EI never wanted them pointing their fingers at ^Ame Oh ^Dno, ^Embut...

^DSomething to being ^Gmone of the many ^DSomething to being ^Bmone in the masses ^ASomething to being ^Gsurrounded by others And not al^Aone by you^Drself

^AThe one who left he knew it then ^DAnd he would never ^Gdoubt aga^Din ^AHe loved this life, he loved his friend ^DBut he'd keep running 'til the end ^AAll words they said hovered above ^DAll of the p^Gain, all of the l^Dove ^AThey hugged goodbye And in his room, ^Dhe sang real quiet ^Gto the ^Dmoon

^DSomething to being ^Gmone of the many ^DWho get to sing the ^Bmsongs on the jukebox ^AWho get to stay a^Gwake all night And dream ^Ahalf of the ^Dday ^DSomething to waking ^Gmup in a new town ^DSomething to singing ^Bmsongs to a new crowd ^ASomething to being surr^Gounded by others And not al^Aone by your^Dself

^EI never wanted the bright lights in my ^Aeyes, I'm ^Dmuch too quiet ^EI never wanted them pointing their fingers at m^Ae ^EmOh ^Dno, ^Embut...

^DSomething to being ^Gmone of the many ^DWho get to sing the ^Bmsongs on the jukebox ^AWho get to stay aw^Gake all night And dream ^Ahalf of the ^Dday Then wake ^Gup in a ^Anew t^Bmown Just a^Gnother face ^Ain the ^Dcrowd