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| C | F | | I am at | ease in the arms of a | woman. |
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| Gm | | most of my days I spend | alone. |
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| Gm | | from the place I was | born. |
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| Gm | C | | she takes me | back home. | |
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| C | Gm | | Who’s | afraid of ghosts in my | mind. |
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| Am | Gm | | I know, there aint nothing out | there. |
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| F | Gm | C | | I’m | still afraid to | turn on the lights. | |
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| C | F | | I am at | ease in the arms of a | woman. |
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| Gm | | most of my days I spend | alone. |
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| Gm | | from the place I was | born. |
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| Gm | C | | she takes me | back home. | |
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| C | F | | I am at | ease in the arms of a | woman. |
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| Gm | | most of my days I spend | alone. |
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| Gm | | from the place I was | born. |
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| Gm | C | | she takes me | back home. | |
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| Gm | C | | she takes me | back home. | |
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