D Bm
Between the stacks in the library
Gmaj7
Not like anyone stopped to see
D
We came they went, our bodies spent
Dsus2 D
Among the dust and the microfiche
Bm
Dark winters wear you down
Gmaj7
Up again just to see the dawn
D
In your worn sweatshirt, and your mother's old skirt
A
It's enough to turn my studies down
Bm G D D*
Now that you feel, you say it's not real
A Bm G D
Now that you feel, you say it's not real
| D | Bm | Gmaj7 | D |
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I never thought I would come of age
Let alone on a mouldy page
You put your back to the spines
And you said it was fine
If there's nothing really left to say
You're taking toffee with your vicodin
Something sweet to forget about him
If you go your own way, I will go my own way
And we'll never speak of it again
Now that you feel, you say it's not real
Now that you feel, you say it's not real
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| D | Bm | Gmaj7 | D | x2
------- MIDDLE 8
| A | A | A | A Bm |
| G | G | G | G A |
[Then break down into the bassline over the verse chords]
B|--7777777777777555-- [repeat this over the next set of chords]
------- OUTRO
Don't check me out [repeat over three and a half sets of verse chords]
Finally:
| G | G | D | D |