LEAD-IN: ( C F ) ( G G7 ) ( F Dm ) G7 G7 Dm Looks like we're headed for the ending. ( G G7 ) C You've got your opportunity. ( C Am7 ) G Mine is stayin' where we've planted F 'til the harvest has been gathered, Am7 whether bitter fruit or sweet. Dm7 ( F G ) It's not the loss of love that's killin' me; F ( Am7 ) G it's that we're givin' up so quietly. F G7 I won't accuse you of betrayal, Am G an' I refuse to feel I've failed, F when it's far from certain whether Dm we were well and true together, G Am when your lack of passion proves G C you were never mine to lose. I miss the details shared by lovers: conversation while we walk; wine and pizza on the sofa; teasin' disagreement over things we long ago forgot. Ain't it ironic how I'm even sad missing a future that I never had? But I refuse to feel I've failed, nor accuse you of betrayal, Who can say how much we ever joined our hearts and souls together when your resignation proves you were never mine to lose. Our love, our struggle's finally over. Someone goes, someone's left. Words so delicately chosen can't show any more emotion than vague feelings of regret. Wouldn't you figure we'd have seen more tears flow at a funeral for the married years? So don't accuse me of betrayal. No need for feelin' that you've failed, when we can't be certain whether we had ever been together, when my acquiescence proves I was never yours to lose. Were we lovers? Did we ever share more than our time together? Was it ever ours to lose?
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