| D | F#m | | A | smoky room, a small | café |
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| A | | They come to hear you | play |
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| D | | And drink and dance the | night away |
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| Bm | E | | I sit out in the | crowd |
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| E | F#m | A | | You | don't even know | that I am | here |
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| | | Bm | E | | | I | wish that I was in your | arms |
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| | | F#m | F#m7 | | | Like that Span | ish guitar | |
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| | | Bm | E | | | And you | would play me through | the night |
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| | | Bm | E | | | I wish | you'd hold me in your | arms |
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| | | F#m | F#m7 | | | Like that Span | ish guitar | |
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| | | Bm | D | | | All | night long, all | night long |
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| | | E | F#m | | | 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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