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| A | F#m | | Why are there so | many |
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| A | F#m | D | | And | what’s on the | other | side |
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| A | F#m | | Rainbows are | visions |
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| A | F#m | D | | And rainbows have | nothing to | hide |
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| D | | So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it |
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| C#m | | I | know they’re wrong, wait and see! |
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| D | E | | Someday we’ll | find it |
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| C#m | F# | | The | rainbow conn | ection |
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| D | E | A | | The | lovers, the | dreamers, and | me! |
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| A | F#m | | Who said that | every wish |
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| D | E | | Would be heard and | answered |
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| A | F#m | D | | When | wished on the | morning | star? |
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| A | F#m | | Somebody thought | of that |
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| D | E | | And | someone bel | ieved it |
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| A | F#m | D | | Look what it’s | done so | far! |
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| D | | What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing |
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| C#m | | And | what do we think we might see? |
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| D | E | | Someday we’ll | find it |
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| C#m | F# | | The rainbow conn | ection |
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| D | E | A | | The | lovers, the | dreamers, and | me! |
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| E | A | E | | All of us | under it’s | spell |
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| D | A | E | | We | know that it’s | probably | magic! |
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| A | F#m | | Have you been | half asleep |
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| D | E | | And have you heard | voices? |
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| A | F#m | D | | I’ve heard them | calling my | name! |
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| A | F#m | | Is it the | sweet sound |
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| D | E | | That | calls the young | sailors |
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| A | F#m | D | | The | voice might be | one and the | same. |
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| D | | I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it |
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| C#m | | It’s | something that I’m supposed to be! |
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| D | E | | Someday we’ll find | it |
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| C#m | F# | | The | rainbow conn | ection |
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| D | E | A | | The | lovers, the | dreamers, and | me! |
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| E | A | E | | La da da dee | da da | dew |
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| D | E | A | | Da da da da | dee da da | dew |
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