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        G                                   C
Every time I see You walking My way, I just hide
         G                                        C
'Cause I don't really feel like talking about old times
 Am                C
Although I still  remember it well,
    Am                            C
The night that We burned Our last bridge
                      G ..
In that Cincinnati motel

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..    G                                             C
Now I don't claim to know much more about this than You
      G                                                  C
But I know when the deal came down You just did not come through
    Am                    C
You left Me lying cold, alone in My cell
      Am                       C
While You had the time of Your life
                     Em       D
In that Cincinnati motel

 C
Days of grace haunting Your every move
               Em
You're too high to see
D                       Am
  And You're too cold to feel Me

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..        G                                              C
Well it started out simple and easy like all good things will
         G                                         C
But You turned into someone I can't recognize even now
    Am                         C
You hated when I won but You laughed when I fell
    Am                          C
And stumbled back in through the door
                    G 
Of that Cincinnati motel

           G                                            C
Well it's hard to say how or why You've turned out this way
       G                                              C
And I can't reconcile any debts that You've come to repay
             Am                        C
Oh 'cause I can't forget the lies that You tried to tell
    Am                         C
The night that We said our goodbyes
                    Em 
In that Cincinnati motel

D        C
  Oh.... days of grace haunting Your every move
               Em
You're too high to see
D               Am
  And too cold to feel Me
      C
Oh... fade away diamond time
                              Em
Leave Me here, You're too fine to breathe
D                    Am
 And You're so hard to believe

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..        G                                                 C
So don't expect Me to be forgiven 'Cause it's too late for that
          G                                                   C
And it's hard enough to just keep living without feeling this trapped
          Am                         C
Well the truth in Our lives, yeah We lost sight of that
      Am                     C
It's rolling in the dust somewhere down the track
    Am                           C
We both wrote the songs and We loved them so well
   Am                             C ..
We let 'em slip right through our hands
..                    G
  In that Cincinnati motel
C                       G
  In that Cincinnati motel
C                       G
  In that Cincinnati motel
C                       G
  In that Cincinnati motel