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Intro: A  B  Abm7  C#m  Amaj7  B  Abm7  C#m  Amaj7  Abm7  F#m7  Emaj7
 
Fm
   I came across a cache of old photos
    Ebm
And     invitations to teenage parties
Fm
   'Dress in white' one said with quotations
     Ebm
From     someone's wife
                       F#       Ab7
A famous writer in the nineteen twenties
 
C#
   When you're young, you find inspiration
   Bmaj7
In       anyone who's ever gone
B
  And opened up a closing door
Abm                  Abm7          Ab
    She said we were never feeling bored
 
                     Amaj7        B
'Cause we were never being boring
                Abm                 C#m7
We had too much time to find for ourselves
                  Amaj7        B
And we were never being boring
                  Abm                          C#m7
We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends
                  Amaj7
And we were never holding back
   Abm7         F#m7                    Emaj7
Or worried that time would come to an end
 
Fm
   When I went, I left from the station
       Ebm
With a     haversack and some trepidation
Fm
   Someone said, "If you're not careful
            Ebm
You'll have     nothing left
                               F#       Ab7
And nothing to care for in the nineteen seventies"
 
C#
   But I sat back and looking forward
   Bmaj7
My       shoes were high and I had scored
B                                   
  I'd bolted through a closing door
Abm                   Abm7                Ab
    And I would never find myself feeling bored
 
                     Amaj7        B
'Cause we were never being boring
                Abm                 C#m7
We had too much time to find for ourselves
                  Amaj7        B
And we were never being boring
                  Abm                          C#m7
We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends
                  Amaj7
And we were never holding back
   Abm7         F#m7                    B
Or worried that time would come to an end
               Amaj7        Abm7
We were always hoping that, looking back
          F#m7                Emaj7
You could always rely on a friend
 
Ebm7  Emaj7  Ebm7  Emaj7  Eb
 
Fm
   Now I sit with different faces
   Ebm
In     rented rooms and foreign places
Fm
   All the people I was kissing
Ebm
    Some are here and some are missing
       F#       Abm7
In the nineteen nineties
 
C#
   I never dreamt that I would get to be
Bmaj7
      The creature that I always meant to be
B
  But I thought in spite of dreams
Abm                  Abm7                Ab
    You'd be sitting somewhere here with me
 
                     Amaj7        B
'Cause we were never being boring
                Abm                  C#m7
We had too much time to find for ourselves
                  Amaj7        B
And we were never being boring
                  Abm                          C#m7
We dressed up and fought, then thought, make amends
                  Amaj7
And we were never holding back
   Abm7         F#m7                    B
Or worried that time would come to an end
               Amaj7        Abm7
We were always hoping that, looking back
          F#m7                Emaj7
You could always rely on a friend
 
                  Amaj7        B
And we were never being boring
        Abm         C#m
We were never being bored
                     Amaj7        B
'Cause we were never being boring
        Abm         C#m
We were never being bored
 
Amaj7  Abm7  F#m7  Abm7