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The Letters (Cohen Leonard)

		Chords:  
 
D7sus4: x57585  
D/A: 557775  
D#maj7: x68786  
D#7sus4: x68696  
D#/A#: 668886  
Emaj7: x79897  
 
Intro: Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 .|Gm . . . |Dm7 . D/a . |  
 
 Gm D7sus4 D7  
You never liked to get  
 Gm Dm7 D/A  
The letters that I sent.  
 Gm D7sus4 D7  
But now you've got the gist  
 D#maj7 D7sus4 D  
Of what my letters meant.  
 
 Gm D7sus4 D7  
You're reading them again,  
 Gm Dm7 D/A  
The ones you didn't burn.  
 Gm D7sus4 D7  
You press them to your lips,  
 D#maj7 D7sus4 D  
My pages of concern.  
 
Cm7 Gm  
I said there'd been a flood.  
Cm7 Gm  
I said there's nothing left.  
F D#  
I hoped that you would come.  
 D  
I gave you my address.  
 
 G#m D#7sus4 D#7  
Your story was so long,  
 G#m D#m7 D#/a#  
The plot was so intense,  
G#m D#7sus4 D#7  
It took you years to cross  
 Emaj7 D#7sus4 D#  
The lines of self-defense.  
 
G#m D#7sus4 D#7  
The wounded forms appear:  
 G#m D#m7 D#/a#  
The loss, the full extent;  
G#m D#7sus4 D#7  
And simple kindness here,  
 Emaj7 D#7sus4 D#  
The solitude of strength.  
 
C#m7 G#m  
I said there'd been a flood.  
C#m7 G#m  
I said there's nothing left.  
F# E  
I hoped that you would come.  
 D#7sus4 D#  
I gave you my address.  
 
 Gm D7sus4 D7  
You walk into my room.  
 Gm Dm7 D/a  
You stand there at my desk,  
 Gm D7sus4 D7  
Begin your letter to  
 Gm Dm7 D/a  
The one who's coming next.  
 D# D7  
(Begin your letter to)  
D#maj7 D7 Gm  
(Oooooooo... the one who's coming next)  
 
 Spoken:  
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . |  
(You never liked to get the letters that I sent.)  
Gm . . . |Dm7 . D/A . |  
(But now you've got the gist of what my letters meant.)  
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . |  
(You're reading them again, the ones you didn't burn.)  
D#maj7 . . . |D7sus4 . D7 .|  
(You press them to your lips, my pages of concern.)  
 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . |  
(I said there'd been a flood. I said there's nothing left.)  
Gm . . . |Dm7 . D/A . |  
(I hoped that you would come. I gave you my address.)  
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . |  
(Your story was so long, the plot was so intense,)  
D#maj7 . . . |D7sus4 . D7 .|  
(It took you years to cross the lines of self-defense.)  
 
Gm . . . |D7sus4 . D7 . |  
(The wounded forms appear: the loss, the full extent;)  
Gm...  
(And simple kindness here, the solitude of strength.)