| Am | Am/F | Am/F# | Am/F | Am | Am | Am/F | Am/F# | Am/F | Am | Am | Am/F | Am/F# | Am/F | |
| Every | body | has been b | urned before |
| Am | C | Am | E | |
| Everyb | ody knows the p | ain |
| C | D | C | D | |
| A | nyone | in this place | can tell you | to your face |
| F | E | Am | Am/F | Am/F# | Am/F | Am | |
| Why you sho | uldn't lo | ve someone |
| Everybody knows it never works |
| Everybody knows and reads |
| I know that door that shuts just before |
| You get to the dream you see |
| I know all too well how to turn, how to run |
| How to hide behind a bitter wall of blue |
| But you die inside if you choose to hide |
| So I guess instead I'll love you |
| Am/F: x x 3 2 1 0 Am/F#: x x 4 2 1 0 |
| (from Younger than Yesterday, 1967) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@uhunix.uhcc.hawaii.edu) |