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[Intro]A A7[Verse]DStill got pictures of friends on the wallASuppose we aren't really friends anymoreBm AMaybe I shouldn't ever have called that thing friendly at allDGet freaked out from a knock at the doorAWhen I haven't been expecting oneBm ADidn't that used to be part of the fun, once upon a time?GmWe'll be there at the back of the barDIn a booth like we usually wereE AEvery time there was a rocket launch or some big event[Verse]DWhat a death I died writing that songAstart to finish, with you looking onBmIt stays between us, Steinway and his sonsABecause it's the ultracheeseDPerhaps it's time that you went for a walkADressed like a fictional characterBb Bm AFrom a place they called America in the golden ageGmTrust the politics to come alongDWhen you were just trying to orbit the sunE A A7When you were just about to be kind to someone because you have the chance[Verse]D D/CI've still got pictures of friends on the wallG Em G#dim7I might look as if I'm deep in thoughtF#m Bm G#dim7 Gm ABut the truth is I'm probably not if I ever was[Solo]D A Bm A A7[Outro]D DmOh the dawn won't stop weighing a tonneA G# G F#7I've done some things that I shouldn't have doneBBut I haven't stopped loving you onceoooooohohoh