Adding to and consolidating the other tabs.  Standard tuning.  No capo.

Pt 1
e|-----------0--------------0---------0----|
B|--0------------0-----3---------3---------|
G|-------0---------------------------------|
D|---------------------0-------------------|
A|--3--------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

Pt 2
e|-----------0-----------------------------|
B|--0------------0-----3----1----0---------|
G|-------0-----------------------------0---|
D|---------------------0-------------------|
A|--3--------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------|

INTRO = Pt 1 x4

VERSE = [Pt 1 x7 + Pt 2 x1] x2

CHORUS

Dus2	    Cmaj7 (x32000@1)       Dsus2And (xx0230@1)try one, and try two 
	         Cmaj7 (x32000@1)            Dsus2Guess (xx0230@1)it always comes down to 
        Cmaj7 (x32000@1)    Dsus2 (xx0230@1)       Cmaj7 (x32000@1)             Pt 1 x4
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

Dsus2 (xx0230@1)Cmaj7e|-0-| (x32000@1)|-0-|
B|-3-|	|-0-|
G|-2-|	|-0-|
D|-0-|	|-2-|
A|---|	|-3-|
E|---|	|---|

*the extra parts of the last chorus also use the chords, and don't break into Pt 1 
until "way" at the very end.

LYRICS

And here I dreamt I was a soldier 
And I marched the streets of Birkenau 
And I recall in spring 
The perfume that the air would bring 
To the indolent town 
Where the barkers call the moon down 
The carnival was ringing loudly now 
And just to lay with you 
There's nothing that I wouldn't do 
Save lay my rifle down

And try one, and try two 
Guess it always comes down to 
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way

And I am nothing of a builder 
But here I dreamt I was an architect 
And I built this balustrade 
To keep you home, to keep you safe 
From the outside world 
But the angles and the corners 
Even though my work is unparalleled 
They never seemed to meet 
This structure fell about our feet 
And we were free to go

And try one, and try two 
Guess it always comes down to 
All right, okay, guess it's better to turn this way

And here in Spain I am a Spaniard 
I will be buried with my marionettes 
Countess and courtesan 
Have fallen beneath my tender hand 
When their husbands were not around 
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend 
Or are you furrowed like a lioness 
And we are vagabonds 
We travel without seatbelts on 
We live this close to death

And try one, and try two 
Guess it always comes down to 
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this 
But I won, so you lose 
Guess it always comes down to 
All right, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way