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VERSE
Eb G G# B
Sometimes these fantasies come true; somehow the whole thing misses me
Held down by fishing wire and glue, to be the best we couldn't be
Chorus (part 1)
Eb Bb B C#
Up on the roof; with the whole world at our feet; is this
Chorus (part 2)
F G G# Bb
every - thing you thought it would be?
that we waited for re - li - gious - ly? just
know I wouldn't hate you if you
Bridge
B
tried
That's about it, except for the D-section, which is the notes:
B, G#, Eb, Bb
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