Plus Ones

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D                G              
No one wants to hear about your 
Em    G                 D       
97th tear, so dry your eyes or 
      G
let it go
           A                Em    
uncried, my dear. I am all out of 
         G            A           
love to mouth into your ear, and 
     Em
not above
           G         A            
letting a love song disappear 
     Em           Em* G* A*
before it's written.
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          D              G        
    And no one wants a tune about 
    Em        G
the 100th luftballoon that was seen
 D                  G          
shooting from the window of your 
   A             Em                G
room, to be a spot against the sky's
        A                   Em    
colossal gloom and land, deflated,
           G                  A
 in some neighbor state that's 
strewn with
   Em         Em* G* A*
99 others.


  Em               A         
     8 Chinese brothers; well, 
             D              A  
there's a reason why the last is 
              Em
smiling wide
             G              A     
and sitting higher than the 
                Em          G A
others, swinging his arms.