Greatest Hits Collection

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[Verse 1]
A                                 
  Knock so I'll know you're still 
D           E            D      
there, half listening, 
        E
interpreting the air.
A                         D      
  Full of failing foreign tongue,
    E          D              E
 my dialect of stammer come undone. 
I've got these
A                  F#m      D   
threads of you and I that I use 
          E
to tie my doubts down, and from
A                 F#m     
four times-zones away, still 
   D                E
yesterday, still talking to the
D
past: from the front seat of your 
car, gravel road and falling,

falling hands and falling star. 
Start the engine up.


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[Verse 2]
    A                  D   
I'd   like a new identity. A 
  E               D            E
pseudonym. Some plastic surgery.
A                          D     
   Or just some way to disappear.
     E               D            
 Someone to write me out of here. 
  E
I hear you hum an
A          F#m           D      
unfamiliar song. Thought maybe 
         E
you would come along.
   A                  F#m      D 
Perhaps you'd like to see some 
                E
piece of this; my new philosophy is 
that a
D
   crappy tape deck somewhere plays 
a greatest hits collection of 
strange and tender moments,
                              A
lost, stranded, and forgotten.


[Bridge]
E                F#m    D    A
   I'll meet you there.
E                F#m    D   (A)
   I'll meet you there.

[Verse 3]
A                        D       
   Something I forgot to say: 
   E             D                
can't find a way to make this mark
   E
 more clear.
A                                 
   So crack your skull before you 
D              E                
weep, and I'll try to keep some 
D             E
part of me sincere.

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