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Bb Cm Bb Cm Bb Gm Fm Fm7
We used to say that, come the day, we'd all be making songs
G# Eb G# Eb Bb
Or finding better words. These ideas never lasted long.
Cm Bb Cm Bb Gm Fm Fm7
The way is up along the road. The air is growing thin.
G# Eb Bb Eb Bb
Too many friends who tried blown off this mountain with the wind.
(Short bridge in F major, with guitar figure in descending parallel sixths)
Bb Fm
Meet on the ledge; we're gonna meet on the ledge.
G# Eb
When the time is up I'm gonna see all my friends.
Bb Fm
Meet on the ledge; we're gonna meet on the ledge.
G# Eb
If you really mean it, it all comes round again.
Bb Cm Bb Cm Bb Gm Fm Fm7
Now I see I'm all alone. But that's the only way to be.
G# Eb G# Eb Bb
You'll have your chance again; then you can do the work for me.
Meet on...etc.
Between the chorus and the next verse is a guitar figure backed by the
piano playing in F:
|-----13-----------11----------10---------8|
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|12/14--------10/12--------8/10--------6/8-|
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Which resolves to Bb at the start of the verse.
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