A A A7 I don't believe everything happens for a reason D D To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason A A A7 I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers D In the heart of a skeptic G There's a question that still hovers near Verse C F For it begs the question C F How did I ever find you C F Now you got me writing love songs C F With a common refrain like this one here, C F baby C F x2 C Em Am Am F C And all your left handed kisses G Em Am Were just prelude to another F C G Em Am Prelude to your back handed love song, F C baby C F But it begs a question C F How did I ever find you C F C Drifting gently through the gyre F C F C F C Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean F C F C Got me writing love songs F With a common refrain like this one here Solo Am F C G Em x4 Verse Am F C The point your song here misses G Em Am Is that if you really loved me Am F You'd risk more than a few 50 cent C G Em Am Words in your backhanded love song F So it begs a question C G Em Am How did I ever find you F C Drifting gently through the gyre G Em Am F C G Em Am Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean Am F C The point your song here misses G Em Am You got me writing love songs F C Is that you really love me G Em Am With a common refrain like this one here, here (Baby) F C G Em Am Is prelude to another of your backhanded love song Coda/OutroA A A7 Now it's time for a handsome little bookend D D Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends A A A7 Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer? D If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiverE|--0--2--4--|
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