| A | Bm | | Daniel is trav'ling tonight on a p | lane, |
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| E | C#7 | | I can see the red tail lights | heading for Spain, |
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| F#m | D | E | F#m | | oh, and | I can see Dan | iel waving good | bye. |
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| D | God it looks | like Daniel, |
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| E | E7 | A | E | | must be the | clouds in my ey | es. | |
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| A | Bm | | They say Spain is pretty, though I've never | been, |
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| E | C#7 | | Well Daniel say it's the best place | he's ever seen, |
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| F#m | D | E | F#m | | Oh and | he should know he's | been there en | ough, |
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| E | E7 | A | | oh I miss | him so mu | ch. |
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| | D | | do you still | feel the pain |
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| | A | | of the sca | rs that won't heal? |
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| | D | | but you see more than | I, |
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| | F#7 | Bm7 | E7 | | | in the face of the | sky. | |
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| A | Bm | | Daniel is trav'ling tonight on a p | lane, |
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| E | C#7 | | I can see the red tail lights | heading for Spain, |
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| F#m | D | E | F#m | | oh, and | I can see Dan | iel waving good | bye. |
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| D | God it looks | like Daniel, |
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| E | E7 | A | | must be the | clouds in my ey | es. |
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