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Em I lost my shoes I lost my wife I G lost my keys I lost my kite And Am though I'm young at heart I'm so much D older
Em Subway eyes and banked up skies And G violent towns and frozen pies And Am all them football crowds who lost are D cold now
But G you're the same as you and Em I'm the same as me And G hopefully we can find G7 ways to let us be reasonably C fine Reasonably D fine, at least to beat my drums in G time
Em Suddenly I've realised That G I won't be here when I die And Am life upon this plain is somehow D fleeting
Em Time and all it's precious wine Is G somehow primed to make us whine And Am fret even then when we should be D sleeping
But G you're the same as you and Em I'm the same as me And G hopefully we can find G7 ways to let us be reasonably C fine, Reasonably D fine, at least to play my pretty G chimes
Em Empty cries and hollow toots And G all the signs that have no use And Am fingers point accusingly are D sinning
Em Humourless hypocrisy And G all the crimes we didn't see The Am sigh that knows the devil might be D winning
But G you're the same as you and Em I'm the same as me And G hopefully we can find G7 ways to let us be reasonably C fine, Reasonably D fine, at least to let my music G shine
And Em maybe it's the greatest test A G man's surrounded by his death But Am reaches out and tastes the sweetest D honey
Em That's how you make me feel I G love you more than death is real It's Am sad but in the end it might be G funny
That G you're the same as you and Em I'm the same as me And G hopefully we can find G7 ways to let us be reasonably C fine, Reasonably D fine, at least to leave an open G mind