Chords
Nostalgia Blues

Key: F

Introduction:  F   C   F   C  

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verse 1
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        See you still haven't quit smoking
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Is that really all that you can think to say?
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I remember your bedsheets smudged with ashes and burns
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When you stayed up all night reading The Brothers K
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        I know nostalgia's a Southall waitress
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Saving nickels for a rainy day far removed
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Still I can't ever remember seeing your tongue so tied
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Or your hands shake so loose
Bridge 1
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        Yes, everyone wants to believe their time was special, Nick
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See the dish run away with the spoon
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Then they settle down
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And they settle in
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And they curse the night for givin' them all those sweet dreams
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All those sweet dreams, they bartered and sold
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So long ago
verse 2
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        Coachie was wise to get out when he did
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And hitch his pony to an actual star
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You know, he's playing the Sydney Opera House tonight
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Aren't y'all still sleeping on strangers' wooden floors, yes
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        How'd you get that iceberg way up on your shoulder, Jim?
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Can't we force our old demons into a truce?
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No, I'm afraid what we did was secret then
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Don't act surprised it now applies to you
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        I guess everyone thinks genius is in their blood
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Or at least livin' down the street a door or two
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And then they settle down
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And they settle in
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And they curse the night for punishing them with those sweet dreams
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All those sweet dreams that exposed their soul
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So long ago
verse 3
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        Bobby says the translator's nightmare is finding all the right words
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But somehow still gettin' the whole story wrong
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And all you guitar poets, well you're life's little butchers

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        You've got endless tales of love gone bad
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I guess our Romeo is really cursed
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        You poke your nose in everyone's dirty clothes
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So you can turn 'em into your light, loose verse
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        Well, my life isn't neat rhymes and punchlines
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Cheap laughs and your talking blues
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        And I wish that for just one time
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You could stand inside my shoes
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You could settle down
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And you could settle in
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And you could curse the night for givin' you all those sweet dreams
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All those sweet dreams I watched corrode
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So long ago
verse 4
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        Well, it's easy to get hung up
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On all the things that you'll never have
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        A backyard pool, your mother's love,
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John Lennon's autograph
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        Some people step into an ambulance
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While others slip into a trance
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        I've heard the sky blooms Picassos, though
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If you stop and give the clouds half a chance
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        But I won't go to your funeral, Sue
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But I've got a couch if you ever need a place to crash
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We could settle down
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We could settle in
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We could thank the night for givin' us all those sweet dreams
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All those sweet dreams, like swords pulled from stones
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While we filled our notebooks with grass, branch, and bone
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Aw, here's to the sweet dreams
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That wouldn't leave us alone
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So long ago