I Used To Have A Couch

C                                 
I used to have a couch, but now I 
           F
have this piano
C              G                  
I guess you'll have to sleep in my 
 F
bed
C                            
The winter nights howling, the 
              F
graveyard is weeping
C          G        F
The poets are all dead
C                                 
Tonight is the night, lets get 
      F
drunk on these juices
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C
The steeple's the Saturday Song
Am                     G   
Hey God and all, his arms are 
                 F
wrapped around everyone
C
Expect you and me   (Strum with 
pick)

C                        F
What kind of fate would it be
            C                  
The lovers upstars, yea they're 
           G
shaking the ceiling
        C
Lets be louder than them
  F
Ringing
      C                            G
                        F  (left off
 b string)
And then we'll get dressed, now we 
pretend that we've never met
                         C
I'll see you the same time tomorrow