C F I used to have a couch, but now I have this piano C G F I guess you'll have to sleep in my bed C F The winter nights howling, the graveyard is weeping C G F The poets are all dead C F Tonight is the night, lets get drunk on these juices C The steeple's the Saturday Song Am G F Hey God and all, his arms are wrapped around everyone C Expect you and me (Strum with pick) C F What kind of fate would it be C G The lovers upstars, yea they're shaking the ceiling C Lets be louder than them F Ringing C G F (left off b string) And then we'll get dressed, now we pretend that we've never met C I'll see you the same time tomorrow
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