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Verse 1:
     I remember it well
                           Fm               Ab  
Smoked the last of the weed  beside your armchair
Said you were     tired
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You said you need  something, need something to hold
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     So I gave you my  coat
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           You chose to lean  on me, lean on me instead

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-Oh, oh-
I hate the way that I talk
When the words won't give off
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The kind of praise esteemed of      you
      And what the hell could I say
When you're two stars from grace
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And the world turns for   you?
I'm just saying, man

If the Lord worked oh so kindly
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He could whip me up a clone of      you
But I still wouldn't glance

'Cause the thought of someone further
'Cause I'd have to take a month off work
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To sit   down in the kitchen

And explain all our injokes
And teach her all our fiction
And cry with her to WallE
And still, I'd xxxxin' miss ya
And finally, it hit me
That I was not the fixall
I was just the villain
And every single modixxx of energy
I gave to all the little things
Compounded my placidity
And drove out all the good things
And made life, oh, so heavy
And now I can't wake up and talk to you
Oh, distant you
Oh, gorgeous you
Oh, you