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[Em]...I know you know [G]It felt just like a [C]joke
I show, you [G]don't And now we're ta[Em]lkin'
I know your [G]ghost I see her through the [C]smoke
She'll play her [G]show And you'll be wat[Em]chin'
 
And if history's clear, some[G]one always ends up in [C]ruins
And what seemed like fate be[G]comes "What the hell was I [Em]doin'?"
Babylon lovers [G]hangin' lifetimes on a [C]vine (Ooh) Do you miss [G]mine?
 
Do you miss [G]us, [C]us [D]us? I felt it, you held it, do you [G]miss [C]us [D]us?
Wonder if you regret the se[Em]cret of [D]us, [C]us Us (Us), [G]us (Us), us (Us)
I know you [C]know It felt like somethin' [D]old
It felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleedin', [G]so
It fеlt like what I've [C]known You're twеnty-nine years [D]old
So how can you be cold when I open my [G]home?
 
And if history's [C]clear, the flames always end up in as[D]hes
And what seemed like fate, give [G]it
ten months and you'll be [C]past it (You'll be past it)
Babylon lovers hangin' missed calls on the [D]line I gave you mine
 
Do you miss [G]us, [C]us [D]us? I felt it, you held it, do you [G]miss [C]us [D]us?
Wonder if you regret the se[Em]cret of [D]us, [C]us Us (Us), [G]us (Us), us (Us)
 
That [Em]night, you were talkin' false [G]prophets and profits
They [C]make in the margins of [D]poetry sonnets
You [Em]never read up on it, [G]shame, could've learned somethin'
[C]Robert Bly on my nights[D]tand, gifts from you, how i[Em]ronic
The curse or a [G]miracle, hearse [C]or an oracle
You're incom[D]parable, fuck, it was [Em]chemical
You (You) [C]plus (Plus) me (Me) [D]was
 
[G]us, [C]us [D]us? I felt it, you held it, do you [G]miss [C]us [D]us?
Wonder if you regret the se[Em]cret of [D]us, [C]us Us (Us), [G]us (Us), us (Us)
Mis[D]taken for strangers the way it was, [G]was [C]
The [D]pain of, the reign of, the flame of [G]us, [C]us u[D]s
The outline, well, sometimes, do you [G]miss [C]us u[D]s?
The best kind, well, sometimes, do you [G]miss?

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I know you know It felt just like a joke I show, you don't And now we're talkin' I know your ghost I see her through the smoke She'll play her show And you'll be watchin' And if history's clear, someone always ends up in ruins And what seemed like fate becomes "What the hell was I doin'?" Babylon lovers hangin' lifetimes on a vine (Ooh) Do you miss mine? Do you miss us, us? I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us? Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us Us (Us), us (Us), us (Us) I know you know It felt like somethin' old It felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleedin', so It fеlt like what I've known You're twеnty-nine years old So how can you be cold when I open my home? And if history's clear, the flames always end up in ashes And what seemed like fate, give it ten months and you'll be past it (You'll be past it) Babylon lovers hangin' missed calls on the line I gave you mine Did you mind us, us? I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us? Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us Us (Us), us (Us), us (Us) That night, you were talkin' false prophets and profits They make in the margins of poetry sonnets You never read up on it, shame, could've learned somethin' Robert Bly on my nightstand, gifts from you, how ironic The curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle You're incomparable, fuck, it was chemical You (You) plus (Plus) me (Me) was Us, us, us I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us? Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us Mistaken for strangers the way it was, was The pain of, the reign of, the flame of us, us The outline, well, sometimes, do you miss us, us? The best kind, well, sometimes, do you miss us?
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