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G CEvery time I Dthink of you I feel Bmshot right through with a Cbolt of blue It's no Cproblem of mine but it's a Dproblem I find BmLiving a life that I Ccan't leave behind
CThere's no sense in Dtelling me The Bmwisdom of a fool won't Cset you free But that's the Cway that it goes And it's what Dnobody knows While Bmevery day my Cconfusion grows
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Every time I Dsee you falling IBm get down on my Cknees and pray I'm waiting for that Dfinal moment You'll Bmsay the words that CI can't say
G C I feel fine and DI feel good Bm I'm feeling like I Cnever should Whenever CI get this way, I just don't Dknow what to say Why can't we Bmbe ourselves like we Cwere yesterday
C I'm not sure what Dthis could mean BmI don't think you're Cwhat you seem I do adCmit to myself that if I Dhurt someone else Then IBm'll never see just what Cwe're meant to be
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Every time I Dsee you falling IBm get down on my Cknees and pray I'm waiting for that Dfinal moment You'll Bmsay the words that CI can't say
Every time I Dsee you falling IBm get down on my Cknees and pray I'm waiting for that Dfinal moment You'll Bmsay the words that CI can't say
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