| F | Am | | A | smoky room, a small | café |
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| C | | They come to hear you | play |
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| F | | And drink and dance the | night away |
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| Dm | G | | I sit out in the | crowd |
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| G | Am | C | | You | don't even know | that I am | here |
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| | | Dm | G | | | I | wish that I was in your | arms |
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| | | Am | Am7 | | | Like that Span | ish guitar | |
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| | | Dm | G | | | And you | would play me through | the night |
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| | | Dm | G | | | I wish | you'd hold me in your | arms |
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| | | Am | Am7 | | | Like that Span | ish guitar | |
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| | | Dm | F | | | All | night long, all | night long |
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| | | G | Am | | | I'd be | your song, I'd be | your song |
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Steal my heart with every note you play |
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I pray you'll look my way |
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And hold me to your heart someday |
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I long to be the one that you caress with tenderness |
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You don't even know that I exist |
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