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We've never been much chop
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At all that sensual stuff,
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One of us always seems to stop
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Before the other's had enough
D
Like a self-help manual that's been
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written in Braille It seems
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the more that we touch The more we
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learn about our failings
D
I'm struck speechless by the
A
nape of your neck But your
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requests and suggestions Have a
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similar effect A
D
litany of prettiness
A
and pettiness, too I reckon
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every second second We come
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up with something new
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I tried to write an opera for us But I
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didn't get that far
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'Cause trying to sum you up in song
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Is like catching sunlight in a jar
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D A
Complex, completely credible love
F# G
The kind that is made, not handed to you from above
D A
Is difficult to talk about and harder to write
F# G
Like the rhythm of a pulse, or the contours of firelight
D A
Overblown libretto and a sumptuous score
F# G
Could never contain the contradictions I adore
D A
We can just be chaos and then something aligns
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It's so hard to contain, maintain it or define it
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I tried to write another chorus
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But I didn't get that far
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'Cause trying to sum you up in song
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Is like catching sunlight in a jar
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D F# G
It's like catching sunlight in a jar
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sunlight in a jar
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sunlight in a jar
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