FLo Perlin - Baghdad

She took a spade, oh she's di^Dbgging a^Abway Through the sa^Fmnd with the hope that she'll ^Dbfind a new l^Aband Oh the days, Oh she's bit^Dbing her n^Abails Well she's anxi^Fmous at times but remem^Dbbers the ^Abtales

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She couldn't bare the ^Dbtaste of mums ^Abtea Oh it ^Fmruns through the roots of her ^Dbfamily ^Abtree Oh the nights, as she's ^Dbdrifting ^Abaway Hold ^Fmonto the stories that ^Dbhurt them to ^Absay

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The taste of honey, her childhood^Db street C7 She imagined the mountains, her favourite^Db sweets C She dreamt of her ^C7father who said she was^Db brave ^CThose dark brown eyes, those war-torn Db feet

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