Dido - Some kind of love

^EShe found the records lying underneath the bed All the ^Amsongs she used to sing All the ^Esongs she used to play All thos^Ame words, those melodies And the ^Epromise of some kind of ^Amlove And the ^Epromise of some kind of ^Flove

When we ^Close what we love Don't think anything will ever ^Gtaste the same When we ^Amlose what we love Don't think anything will ever ^Ffeel as good again Now I ^Cknow how much the anger, however m^Guch the pain Des^Amtroy only enough that en^Fough still remains o^Cf Some kind of love,^G some kind of lo^Amve, some kind of ^Flove ^C Some kind of love,^G some kind of lo^Amve, some kind of ^Flove

^EThe songs hadn't changed, every ^Amnote just the same But when she ^Eplayed them once again All thos^Ame words, those melodies ^ELike better days past and gone, ^Amleaving her behind With the ^Epromise of some kind of ^Amlove With the ^Epromise of some kind of ^Flove

When we ^Close what we love Don't think anything will ever ^Gtaste the same When we ^Amlose what we love Don't think anything will ever ^Ffeel as good again Now I ^Cknow how much the anger, however m^Guch the pain Des^Amtroy only enough that en^Fough still remains o^Cf Some kind of love,^G some kind of lo^Amve, some kind of ^Flove ^C Some kind of love,^G some kind of lo^Amve, some kind of ^Flove Some kind of ^Clove

^CShe put the records back in their place And ^Gstraightened her dress, and wiped her face ^Am She closed and locked the door And ^Fleft them lying on the floor And s^Che sang

Mmm, mm^Gm, some kind of ^Amlove, some kind of ^Flove Mmm, mm^Cm, mmm, mm^Gm, some kind of ^Amlove, some kind of ^Flove Mmm, mm^Cm, mmm, mm^Gm, some kind of ^Amlove, some kind of ^Flove ^C