Mark plays with the barred A on the 5th fret.
 
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That's the short and skinny of it.  It just repeats over and over again.  The chorus  the way i play it is listed below
 
 

                              He'll take you home
                            Then write a song about it
                                 He's so alone
                           You'd never think to doubt it
                              He is the tricky kind
                        And she's gonna fall into his covers
                           He's gonna search his mind
                          He will find a way to love her

                                   Chorus
         A           D         E       A
In his mind he's written every line
           F#m               E       D
He just recycles them all the time
                            E                D
It's a message that sweeps the nation
E
Same words different situation

                              He'll make demands
                            At first you'll be so willing
                               But take command
                          Your pride is not worth killing
                            He's gonna make it hard
                      And twist your words until they crumble
                               It is a work of art
                       The way you jump at all he mumbles

                                   Chorus

                       And if you get stuck with a millionaire
                           You can always come home
                    There'll be a place for you at a table for two
                             If you ever feel alone

                                   Chorus

                             It's gonna take awhile
                      To sew the wounds that he had opened
                             But you're a lucky child
                          So all you do is keep on hoping