[Chords]
Fmaj7 5500

[Spoken Intro]
N.C.
My aunt used to live in Paris.
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I remember, she used to come home and she would tell us
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these stories about being abroad and,
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I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once,
N.C.
barefoot. She smiled…

[Verse 1]
N.C.
Leapt, without looking
                     Gm7   C7         
and tumbled into the Seine
    F         C             Bb            Bbm
The water was freezing, she spent a month sneezing
    Dm7            F       Gm7    C7
but said she would do it, again.

[Chorus]
Gm7           C7       Dm7
Here's to the ones who dream,
Gm7          C7      Fmaj7
Foolish, as they may seem.
Gm7           C7          Dm7    F
Here's to the hearts that ache.
Gm7            C7     Dm7    C7   
Here's to the mess we make.

[Verse 2]
    F          C          Bb          Bbm
She captured a feeling, a sky with no ceiling,
  Dm7     F       Gm7   C7
A sunset inside a frame.
    F            C          Bb          Bbm
She lived in her liquor and died with a flicker,
    Dm7       F          Gm7   C7
I'll always remember the flame

[Chorus]
Gm7           C7         Dm7
Here's to the ones who dream,
Gm7          C7      Fmaj7
Foolish, as they may seem.
Gm7           C7          Dm7    F 
Here's to the hearts that ache.
Gm7           C7      F   
Here's to the mess we make.

[Bridge]
C7
She told me:
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 A bit of madness is key
   Dm7         A7         Bb7
to give us new colours to see.
    Gm7   C7            Fmaj7
Who knows where it will lead us?
Gm7  C7              Fmaj7 
 And that's why they need us.

[Verse 3]
    A            E           D           Dm
So bring on the rebels, the ripples from pebbles,
    F#m           A          Bm7   E7
The painters, and poets, and plays

[Chorus]
    F#m7           B7        C#m7
And here's to the fools who dream,
F#m7       B7      Emaj7
Crazy, as they may seem.
F#m7          B7          C#m7    
Here's to the hearts that break.
F#m7          B7      Emaj7   
Here's to the mess we make.

[Outro]
A                        F#maj7
I trace it all back...to then.
A                          F#maj7
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
D                       Dm        
Smiling through it, she said she'd do it, 
  A
Again.

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