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Eb F
When it's Ebgetting way too late There's nothing on the slate You've got Fto take another break
Step out of the room
Into the Ebstreet lit by the moon Walk down to the tombs Open the Fwindows
Eb (these two chords are like intro) F
No one Ebsaid that that time would come To finish what's begun Things get Fdone when they get done
There's no use in worry
For a Ebheart that's in a hurry hang the jury inside out to Fdry
Eb F Eb F Eb F