A  F#m


[Vers 1]

A
The smartest people in the world
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Had gathered in Los Angeles
A
To analyze our love affair
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And possibly unscramble us
A
And we sat among our photographs
F#m
Examined every one
A
And in the end we compromised
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And met the morning sun


[Chorus]

A                                                   [ F#m ]
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh
F#m
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, hey, hey


[Vers 2]

A
They say the left side of the brain
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Dominates the right
A
And the right side has to labour through
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The long and speechless night
A                    
And in the night my father came to me
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And held me to his chest
A
He said "There's not much more that you can do
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Go on and get some rest" - and I said "Yeah


[Chorus]

A                                                   [ F#m ]
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh
F#m
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh
A                                                   [ F#m ]
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, eh-ey
F#m
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much


[Coda]
  A                       F#m
A-ooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
A                       F#m      F#m
Ooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh