Tom: D
D 000230
D/C# 040230
Bm7 020200
D/A x00230
D/G 005230
D/F# 004230
D/E 002230
[Intro]
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[Verse]
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I'm driving around your home town with all four windows down,
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I’ve been watching the odometer and thinking about geography
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and the couple thousand miles of barren country constantly dividing you and me.
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Or hiding out in the basement where we used to make out
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And constantly complain about the circumstances we found ourselves in
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when we were just two kids both just too proud to admit
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just how fortunate we were to have come across each other. N.C.
[Chorus]
D D/C#
Nothing’s made sense like that made sense since.
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Nothing's made sense like that made sense since.
D/G D/F#
Nothing’s made sense like that made sense since.
D/F#
Nothing’s made sense like that made sense since.
D D/F# D/E D
Nothing’s made sense like that made sense since.
[Chorus]
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And so now it’s waiting around for letters in the post
(Nothing's made sense like that made sense since.)
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And photos that tell tales of all your travels and of a distant coast
(Nothing's made sense like that made sense since.)
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It includes a scoop of sand to sift through my weathered hands
(Nothing's made sense like that made sense since.)
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Just like all the time we spent and the time we took for granted.
