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Version 1
            [Intro]
Eb Eb7 Ab
Eb Eb7 Ab

[Verse 1]
    Eb                         Eb7
Somebody wrote "tender" in the novel's margins
   Ab
As if to remind about a precious force
Eb             Eb7
In the next paragraph, the protagonist
    Ab                    Eb7 Eb  Fm
Sat down on the belly of a dead horse
    Eb       Eb7              Ab
The author I read fell from a window many stories high
  Eb                   Eb7          Ab                         Fm  Bb
Stretching out to feed pigeons or a stray cat depending on the website


[Chorus]
Cm                             Fm
Whether or not I have or was given a little more time
       Bb                               Ab
There just doesn't seem to be much room for a reply
         Cm                       Fm
And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine
              Bb
According to John, fear softens into doubt
    Ab                          Eb     Ab
To what do I cling and think is mine? No reply

Eb Eb7 Ab

[Verse 2]
           Eb
"Think the last time I came up this way I was younger"
          Ab
Said your aunt, isn't it a good line?
   Eb
We found the garden abandoned
         Ab                    Cm F         Ab
And that night became dark over chicken and wine
Eb                     Ab
Documentarians tossing lemmings stunned over the edge
        Eb                                  Ab   Cm  Fm7  Fm  Bb
Wartime juveniles shot and martyred for the crime of stealing eggs
Fm7            Fm       Ab
Dinner, by the way, was divine
  Eb                    C              Fm         Bb
I drank the last of the coffee waiting for you to rise


[Chorus]
Cm                           Fm
Whether or not I have or was given a little more time
      Bb                                Ab
There just doesn't seem to be much room for a reply
         Cm                       Fm
And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine
              Bb
According to John, fear softens into doubt
   Ab
To what do I cling and think is⁠—
Cm*                          Fm*
Whether or not I have or was given a little more time
       Bb*                              Ab*
There just doesn't seem to be much room for your reply
         Cm                       Fm
And it's possible it only belongs where it happened, fine
             Bb                 Bb7
According to John, fear softens into doubt
   Ab                           Eb         Ab
To what do I cling and think is mine? No reply

[Interlude]
Eb Ab

[Outro]
Eb        Ab
Reply, no
Eb 
        

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