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Photobooth

Ben Gibbard

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BEN GIBBARD  PHOTOBOOTH ACOUSTIC

(Intro)
G  Em  C  Am     G  Em  C 
Am

G		     Em
I remember when the days were long
	D			        C
and the nights when the living room was on the lawn.
G		         Em
Constant quarreling the childish fits
         D		        C
and our clothes in a pile on the ottoman.
G		     Em
All the slander and double speak
	    D		       C
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean,
G                 Em
Anything but the blatant proof
	  D                         C
Was your lips touching mine in the photobooth.

(Chorus 1)

Am            C		  Em         D	         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am	     C
You were so condescending,

Em    G     Am    C
And this is all that's left
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

G  Em  C  Am     G  Em  C 
Am

G		     Em
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
        D			     C
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
G			Em
And everything that I said was true
         D 			  C
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
G			     Em
Well I lost track when those words were said,
	       D	              C
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
G		       Em
And soon we woke and I walked you home
	    D			      C
And it was pretty clear that is was hardly love.

(Chorus 2)

Am            C		  Em         D	         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am	      C
You were so condescending,
Em     G     Am      C
And this is all that's left
Scraping papers to document
Ive packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on
G  Em  D  C                   G  Em  D     C


Am

Am            C		       Em         D	         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am	      C           Em        D           C
You were so condescending as the alcohol drained the days.
Am            C		       Em         D	         C
And as the summers ending the cold air rush your hard heart away.
Am	      C
You were so condescending,
Em    G    Am    C
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes 
so pack a change of clothes cause its time to move on.


You were so condescending,
Em   G   Am   C
And this is all that's left,
The empty bottles spent cigarettes
So pack a change of clothes cause its time to move on.

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Photobooth

Ben Gibbard