Bic Runga - Gracie

Gr^Dacie takes the b^F#mottles from the p^Bmorch where you have left them There are a^Gge old dregs of w^Aine you never sh^Dared Dr^Divin' down the m^F#motorway with a^Bmll the best intentions She's a pi^Gcture of perfe^Action with her cu^Bmt and coloured hair

But it's y^Gou she th^Ainks of in the h^Bmours while she's ^Aawake She takes her li^Gpstick from her c^Aase to make a sm^Bmile Y^Gou she th^Ainks of when she th^Bminks of her mist^Aakes Regrets an op^Gen road that str^Aetches out for m^Bmiles

C^Doffee pots and bo^F#mttle tops and a^Bmll of this disorder She soaks her pl^Gates in the dish^Awater till its co^Dld Her ref^Dlection in the w^F#mindows of the sto^Bmres around the corner Walk be^Gside her as she's stridin^Ag down the r^Bmoad

But it's y^Gou she th^Ainks of in the h^Bmours while she's ^Aawake She takes her li^Gpstick from her c^Aase to make a sm^Bmile Y^Gou she th^Ainks of when she th^Bminks of her mist^Aakes Regrets an op^Gen road that str^Aetches out for m^Bmiles ^A

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