Boston Chords

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[Verse 1]
[C]All the cities in the world
And so very little [B]time and
So [C]many different girls...
All you have [Em]to do is [B]find them.
There's a [C]wealth of opportunity,
you plan your trips accordingly.
[B]A pity, but the pretty ones are
usually more touristy.
Say, [C]how'd you like to run away
from [B]these machines?
[C]Everywhere the spies are printing
[B]out your dreams.
Seven [C]stops in seven
different countries,
Seven page itineraries, [B]memories thick as Bloody Marys,
Jesus, Joseph, bloody hell.

[Verse 2]
[G]Right now we're here in [C]Boston,
In [G]love with downtown [C]crossing.
New [Em]York [G]will [D]be there in the [C]morning.
Come back to [Em]bed, my darling.
[G]Four years thrown away on

[Verse 3]
[D]
vows we never kept.
Forty-five minutes minutes every
day religiously de[C]voted to regret.
Time we could have spent on medication thrown away on education,
And we planned to take a [Em]trip
to Scotland but we [B]never made it.
How'd you like to run
away from these machines?
I had [C]Ju lian's and Steve's.
You had Julia's [B]and Jeanette's.
You wear your [C]terror on your sleeve for
all the men I haven't [B]met (yet).
I had [C]Oliver in Potsdam,
you had Elanor in Amsterdam.
We're keep[B]ing track so carefully we've
missed the state we're in completely.
[C]Honestly, your foot is out the door and I've got scores of offers
[Baug]elsewhere [B]and keep both feet planted firmly in the air,
[C]And tomorrow you can totally [B]erase me from your mind,
but trust me everything is fine,
Because
[G]Right now, we're here in [C]Boston,
In [G]my apartment in the [C]south [D]end.[C]
For[Em]get y[D]our year in [C]London.
[Em]Come back to [D]bed, my [C]darling.

[Verse 4]
[Em]You can put the [D]details in a[C] letter,
The [Em]more [D]emb[G]arr[D]assing the better.[C]
Right [Em]now I can be h[D]appy if I [C]choose to.
I [Em]know that in the morn[D]ing I [C]will
lose you...
[Em][B][Baug]

[Verse 5]
[C]And maybe you'll go mad.
And maybe I'll [B]go gray
And pack [C]up to Berlin,
Or maybe it won't matter anyway.
[B]We'll find out that your mom was right
and you'll admit you're really gay.
And may[C]be I'll wake up
In a city far [B]away.
Or [C]maybe we'll make up
And buy a house and have [B]a couple kids
and a Labrador and a microwave.
But anyway,
[G]Right now we're here in [C]Boston.[G]
In Eden, [C]where you almost pulled
your pants down.
Don't [Em]worry who these [D]jokes
will all be lost [C]on.
Come [Em]back to [D]bed, my [C]darling.
There is [Em]nothing in the world
[D]that we can cou[C]nt on,
Even [Em]that we will wake
[D]up is an [C]assumption.
But I know [Em]for a f[D]act that
I [C]loved someone,
And [Em]for a about [D]a year he
lived [C]in Boston...

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