Intro: E F# A x3 E B A (stop)

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  One of the last nights that we spent together 
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  I went to see Pascal's band play
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  The other guys had just flown in from Paris
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  They were all wearin' dresses, it was a fashion show thing
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  Jackson was sitting on the catwalk, it was in between bands
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  He called me over and said he had a question 
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  And that it meant no offense
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  He leaned into my ear, I was still wearin' my earplugs
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  And he, he said it quiet so my enemies couldn't hear
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  "Does this move have anything to do with love?"
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  Well, of course it does, of course it does, everything I do I do for love
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  Yes, I'm a fool and that's a fact, let that be my epitaph 

                  E  F#  A  E  B  A (stop)

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  P.J. sent me a letter with some music and a bookmark that he made
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  It was a cartoon of me but I was way too cute but it was still really sweet
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  And then I flipped it over; there was a quote, you know, some philosophy
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  It says a, a foolish man seeks happiness in the distance
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  And a wise man grows it underneath his feet
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  Well thanks for the advice, my friend, but I'm not seeking happiness
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  The soil in Bloomington just swallows up my seeds
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  And nothing grows, no nothing grows, maybe it's just me
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  No I'm not seeking happiness, I'll wait for it to come to me
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  And I looked for you in the library on my birthday
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  Just like the day you hid from me, it was perfect
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  And that's the day I knew that I was so in love with you
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  That it would make my life or it would spell my doom