I Miss The Band Teclado

	  
Intro:      F Eb Bb Eb/G Bb Eb/G 


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The inside joke well understood 
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The nudge nudge wink wink 
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and finishing each other's harmonies 
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The late night drive through italian roads 
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trains pulling out and we're all in on the secret 


             Eb 
where did you go 
         F            Eb/G 
we are a league to be reckoned with 
          Cm             Eb 
as we run all around the planet 
F              Eb 
and I miss the band 
        Bb 
1 + 1 = 50 

           Gm 
and I am imploding without you 
F                 Eb                     Bb      Eb/G 
and there's not a day that goes by where I don't hear 
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our music in my head 
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where I don't miss 
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traveling in your company 


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we on a plane 
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we're in Japan 
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in baggage claim I ask what city we just landed in 
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the paper slips under the hotel door 
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I'm shaking all hands 
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a the hum-of-the-road keeps me happy 
  

              Eb 
where did you go 
               F           Eb/G 
I thought we'd meet at the temple 
          Cm              Eb 
as we run all around this world 
F              Eb 
and I miss the band 
        Bb 
1 + 1 = 50 

           Gm 
and I am imploding without you 
F                 Eb                     Bb      Eb/G 
and there's not a day that goes by where I don't hear 
    Bb         Eb/G 
our music in my head 
      Bb      Eb/G 
where I don't miss 
Bb                Eb/G      F  Eb 
the adventure in your company 


Cm           Gm 
Hugs full of sweat and 
                       Eb 
the late night call in tears 
                Bb 
lights that are blinding 
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then onto the next country 
           Bb 
The ritual huddle 
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as we storm the stage 
                 Ebm 
the sense on the street of 
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this beautiful world 
  

           Bb      Eb/G 
I miss my family 
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my ears are ringing 
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the sun streams in on my unmade bed in portugal 

F              Eb 
and I miss the band 
        Bb 
1 + 1 = 50 
           Gm 
and I am imploding without you 
F                 Eb                     Bb      Eb/G 
and there's not a day that goes by where I don't hear 
    Bb         Eb/G 
our music in my head 
      Bb      Eb/G 
where I don't miss 
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the pleasure of your company