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Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
D | |Em
The game is over, over, over.
|G Gm |D F#m Bm
No good times, no bad times,
D |G D
There's no times at all,
D6 |G E|
Just The New York Times,
D Em |G
Sitting on the windowsill
|D | Gm|
Near the flowers.
Dmaj7 F#dim |Em |
We might as well be apart.
Dmaj7
It hardly matters,
|G D |Em F#7|
We sleep separately.
G |Dmaj7 D6
And drop a smile passing in the hall
|G F#m Dmaj7
But there's no laughs left
Bm |Em7 E7 |
'Cause we laughed them all.
D |Em7
And we laughed them all
|G |
In a very short time.
Time
|F#m D D6|
Is tapping on my forehead,
E9 Em7sus |D |
Hanging from my mirror,
E9 Em7sus |F#m
Rattling the teacups,
|Em Gm|
And I wonder,
D F#dim|Em7 Gm6 |
How long can I delay?
D
We're just a habit
|G D |Em7 F#7|
Like saccharine.
G C9 |D |Dmaj7 D6
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.
|G F#m Dmaj7 Bm
But each time I try on
|E9
The thought of leaving you,
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I stop...
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I stop and think it over.
