Tone: [Eb]
Verse:
[Eb]Love writes a letter and s[Bb]sends it to ha[Eb]hate.
My [Ab]vacations ending. I'm coming home l[Eb]late.
The [Ab]weather was f[Bb]ine and the oc[Eb]ean was[Eb] grea[Cm]t
and I [Eb]can't wait to s[Bb]see you ag[Ab]again.
Chorus:
[Eb]Hate reads the letter and t[Bb]throws it aw[Eb]away.
[Ab]"No one here cares if you go or you s[Eb]stay.
I [Ab]barely even n[Bb]oticed that yo[Eb]u were a--[Eb]-way.[Cm]
I'll [Eb]see you or I w[Bb]won't, wh[Ab]whatever."
Verse:
[Eb]Love sings a song as she s[Bb]sails through the sk[Eb]sky.
The [Ab]water looks bluer through her pretty e[Eb]eyes.
And [Ab]everyone k[Bb]nows it whenev[Eb]er she[Eb] flie[Cm]s,
and [Eb]also when s[Bb]she comes do[Ab]down.
Chorus:
[Eb]Hate keeps his head up and w[Bb]walks through the st[Eb]street.
[Ab]Every stranger and drifter he g[Eb]greets.
And [Ab]shakes hands with e[Bb]every lo[Eb]loner he [Eb] meet[Cm]s
with a [Eb]serious l[Bb]look on his fa[Ab]face.
Verse:
[Eb]Love arrives safely with s[Bb]suitcase in to[Eb]tow.
[Ab]Carrying with her the good things we k[Eb]know.
a [Ab]reason to l[Bb]live and a re[Eb]reason to [Eb] grow[Cm].
To [Eb]trust. To h[Bb]hope. To ca[Ab]care.
Chorus:
[Eb]Hate sits alone on the h[Bb]hood of his ca[Eb]car.
With[Ab]Without much regard to the moon or the s[Eb]stars.
[Ab]Lazily k[Bb]killing the la[Eb]last of a [Eb] jar [Cm]
of the [Eb]strongest s[Bb]stuff you can dr[Ab]drink.
Verse:
[Eb]Love takes a taxi, a y[Bb]young man dr[Eb]drives.
As [Ab]soon as he sees her, hope fills his e[Eb]eyes.
But [Ab]tears follow a[Bb]fter, at the en[Eb]d of the[Eb] ride[Cm],
cause he [Eb]might never s[Bb]see her aga[Ab]again.
Chorus:
[Eb]Hate gets home lucky to s[Bb]still be ali[Eb]alive.
He [Ab]screams o'er the sidewalk and into the d[Eb]drive.
The [Ab]clock in the k[Bb]kitchen says tw[Eb]two fifty [Eb] five[Cm],
And the [Eb]clock in the k[Bb]kitchen is sl[Ab]slow.
Verse:
[Eb]Love has been waiting, p[Bb]patient and ki[Eb]kind.
Just [Ab]wanting a phone call or some kind of s[Eb]sign,
That the [Ab]one that she c[Bb]ares for, who's ou[Eb]t of his[Eb] mind[Cm],
Will [Eb]make it back s[Bb]safe to her ar[Ab]arms.
Chorus:
[Eb]Hate stumbles forward and l[Bb]leans in the do[Eb]door.
[Ab]Weary head hung, eyes to the f[Eb]floor.
He says "[Ab]Love, I'm s[Bb]orry", and sh[Eb]e says, "Wha[Eb]t for?[Cm]
I'm [Eb]yours and that's i[Bb]it, wh[Ab]whatever.
I [Ab]should not have b[Bb]been go[Eb]gone for so [Eb] long[Cm].
I'm [Eb]yours and that's it[Bb]it, for[Ab]forever."
You're [Eb]mine and that's i[Bb]it, fo[Ab]forever.
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