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| Dm7 | F7 | Bb | | We used to | bow our heads, then | wonder why |
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| Gmaj7 | I guess I’ll | carry on |
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| Dm7 | F7 | Bb | | and make the | best of what you | left to me |
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| Ebmaj7 | C | C7 | | Left to me, | left to me | |
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| | Dm | | Like the | flower needs the rain |
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| | F | Am | | Guess I’ll | start it all a | gain |
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| | Dm | | Like the | winter needs the spring |
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| Gmaj7 | I’d laugh the | hours away |
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| Dm7 | F | Bb | | Just knowing | you were thinking | of me |
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| Gmaj7 | That I was | put to blame |
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| Dm7 | F7 | Bb | | For every | story told a | bout me |
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| Ebmaj7 | C7 | A | bout me, a | bout me |
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| | Dm | | Like the | flower needs the rain |
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| | F | Am | | Guess I’ll | start it all a | gain |
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| | Dm | | Like the | winter needs the spring |
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| | F | Am | | Guess I’ll | start it all a | gain |
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