Overs

	  		|D#dim                    Em     |  
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?  
 
D            |           |Em  
  The game is over, over, over.  
 
 
  |G          Gm   |D   F#m   Bm  
No good times,   no bad times,  
 
D        |G  D     
  There's no times at all,  
 
D6      |G              E|  
Just The New York Times,  
 
D Em            |G  
  Sitting on the windowsill  
 
        D       | Gm|  
Near the flowers.  
 
 
Dmaj7            F#dim   |Em   |  
     We might as well be apart.  
 
Dmaj7            
     It hardly matters,  
 
  |G     D      |Em F#7  
We sleep separately.  
 
 
G                 |Dmaj7          D6  
  And drop a smile passing in the hall  
 
           |G  F#m    Dmaj7  
But there's no laughs left  
 
Bm       |Em7          E7  |  
'Cause we laughed them all.  
 
D                    |Em7  
  And we laughed them all  
 
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In a very short time.  
                Time  
 
                |F#m D    D6|  
Is tapping on my forehead,  
 
E9 Em7sus         |D      |  
   Hanging from my mirror,  
 
E9 Em7sus      |F#m  
   Rattling the teacups,  
 
     |Em     Gm|  
And I wonder,  
 
D     F#dim Em7        Gm6 |  
  How long     can I delay?  
 
D               
  We're just a habit  
 
    |G  D |Em7  F#7  
Like saccharine.  
 
 
G           C9      |D      |Dmaj7 D6  
  And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue.  
 
 
   |G    F#m    Dmaj7 Bm  
But each time I try   on  
 
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The thought of leaving you,  
 
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I stop...  
 
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I stop and think it over.