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E C#m E C#m E C#m Can you make a space on the seat? E C#m E C#m A box-like shape for a silly woman? G#m F#m E Damn, a chamois G#m G#m E I thought I'd made a tambourine E C#m E C#m When I am let, I resent E C#m E C#m Only when I'm left do I know what I said G#m F#m E The old, it bickers with the fresh G#m F#m E When I'm standing with my brush in the emptiness G A E Sorry I was late and you didn't get your weekend G A E Sorry I was late and you didn't get your weekend E C#m E C#m E C#m My mother said "Why must you drag all the hopes out of bed?" G#m F#m E I blame the seasons G#m F#m E We all have our reasons, I meant G A E Sorry I was late and you didn't get your weekend E C#m E C#m I did at one time attempt E C#m E C#m In landing sleeves and a silly ribbon G#m F#m E There must be a reason, he said G#m F#m E I know the reason, he meant G#m F#m E Damn it, Hanny G#m F#m When you jump up and down G#m F#m E The chains almost sound like a tambourine