Blind Pilots Chords

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'Blind Pilots' by The Cooper Temple Clause
written by The Cooper Temple Clause, I think.
lyrics and chords sheet by colintron - www.papertruth.co.uk

           D                        F#m
I hope you never change. I hope you never go.
              D                      F#m
I hope you'll always keep our little secret, though.
             G                  D
But how'd we get here? -At this height?
                F#m          G
And what's this talk of dead weight?
          D                          F#m
I know we always drink, but we don't always fight.
            D                             F#m
The landing lights are on, but we're just out of sight
                  G                     D
'cos this thing's mobile; There's still wheels.
            F#m               G
And I'm not done yet, so hang on.

    D                                  F#m
You came along to change the grade; To raise the bar I'd made of late.
    D                                  F#m
You came along to raise the stakes; To tend to me and my mistakes.
  G                                 D
I can't pretend that I could be the man you said you saw in me,
    F#m                                    G
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing.

D            Bm
 No-one came; No-one saw.
D            Bm
 No-one came; No-one saw.
A                 G/B
 Someone pass the manual.

              D                     F#m
And soon I'll go away. I'll see you at the door.
          D               F#m
So go put David on; Read about the war.
                 G                 D
We're just blind pilots in strange planes.
          F#m             G
Back seat drivers in dead cars.

[You came along...]
        D                                  F#m
Yeah, I made a list of all the things that I could change: How I could win.
  D                             F#m
I can't and I refuse to say the wheels have slowly come away.
  G                                D
I pray to God my soul to keep 'cos I could never stand the heat.
    F#m                                    G
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing.

[No-one came...]
D