Fleetwood Mac

To be the ^F# last to leave, the ^C# last to be gone
^G#m Stolen from the ones who held ^F# onto him
^F# To be the last in line from the ^C# ones that live on
^G#m Silhouette of a dream ^B treasured by the ones
Who held ^F# onto him
^F# Almost a breakdown of our ^C# love affair
The ^G#m stiletto cuts quick like a ^B whip through the air
^D#m Long distance winners will we sur ^C# vive the flight
Not ^G#m one of us runs from the ^F# firelight
And I would ^D#m love to believe I ^C# believe what you say
But in the ^D#m drama of the moment
Oh well there ^C# is no easy way
^G#m No one ever leaves, ^C# everyone stays close 'til the fire ^F# fades
To be the ^F# last to leave
^C# Well, what caused the fearsome divorce in the night
When there was ^G#m no competition well to sur ^F# vive, do it right
and you can ^C# believe in the fight to sur ^B vive the distance
^D#m Everyone fights... ^C# everyone fights and the fire ^F# flies.......