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Tuning: E A D G B E
GI heard the front door Cclosing Gsoftly As I wakened D7from my Gsleep
With the last touch Cof her Glips Lord Like a whisper D7on my Gcheek G7
And I Ccursed the sun for Grising For the worst Lord is yet to D7come
Cause this Gmorning Cshe's just Gleaving But come sundown D7she'll be Ggone
See the lipstick Con the Gpillow That I placed D7beneath her Ghead
And the soft sheets Cstill feel Gwarm Lord Where she lay D7upon my Gbed G7
And it Churts to know it's Gover For the hurt Lord has just D7begun
Cause this Gmorning Cshe's just Gleaving But come sundown D7she'll be CgonGe