Intro: A  F#m 


Vers 1 

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The smartest people in the world 
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Had gathered in Los Angeles 
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To analyze our love affair 
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And possibly unscramble us 
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And we sat among our photographs 
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Examined every one 
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And in the end we compromised 
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And met the morning sun 


[Refrão]

A                                                    F#m  
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh 
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 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, hey, hey 


Vers 2 

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They say the left side of the brain 
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Dominates the right 
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And the right side has to labour through 
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The long and speechless night 
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And in the night my father came to me 
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And held me to his chest 
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He said "There's not much more that you can do 
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Go on and get some rest" - and I said "Yeah 


[Refrão]

A                                                    F#m  
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh 
F#m 
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, oh, oh 
A                                                    F#m  
 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much, eh-ey 
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 Maybe I think too much, maybe I think too much 


Coda 
  A                       F#m 
A-ooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh 
A                       F#m      F#m 
Ooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh