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The inside joke well understood
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The nudge nudge wink wink
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and finishing each other's harmonies
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The late night drive through italian roads
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trains pulling out and we're all in on the secret

             Eb
where did you go
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we are a league to be reckoned with
          Cm             Eb
as we run all around the planet
F              Eb
and I miss the band
        Bb
1 + 1 = 50

           Gm
and I am imploding without you
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and there's not a day that goes 
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by where I don't hear
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our music in my head
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where I don't miss
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traveling in your company

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we’re on a plane
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we're in Japan
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in baggage claim I ask what 
Bb           Eb/G
city we just landed in
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the paper slips under the hotel door

            Bb  Eb/G
I'm shaking all hands
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a the hum-of-the-road keeps me happy

              Eb
where did you go
               F           Eb/G
I thought we'd meet at the temple
          Cm              Eb
as we run all around this world
F              Eb
and I miss the band
        Bb
1 + 1 = 50

           Gm
and I am imploding without you
F                 Eb                     
and there's not a day that goes 
         Bb      Eb/G
by where I don't hear
    Bb         Eb/G
our music in my head
      Bb      Eb/G
where I don't miss
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the adventure in your company

Cm           Gm
Hugs full of sweat and
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the late night call in tears
                Bb
lights that are blinding
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then onto the next country
           Bb
The ritual huddle
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as we storm the stage
                 Ebm
the sense on the street of
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this beautiful world

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           Bb    Eb/G
I miss my family
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my ears are ringing
                Bb 
the sun streams in on my 
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unmade bed in portugal

F              Eb
and I miss the band
        Bb
1 + 1 = 50
           Gm
and I am imploding without you
F                 Eb                     
and there's not a day that goes 
         Bb      Eb/G
by where I don't hear
    Bb         Eb/G
our music in my head
      Bb      Eb/G
where I don't miss
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the pleasure of your company