Jeff Buckley - Grace

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^FmWait in the fire ^EmWait in the fire ^{Eb Fm}Wait in the fire ^EmWait in the fire ^Eb The ^Emfire

And she ^Emweeps on my arm ^FWalking to the b^Emright lights in s^Eborrow Oh ^Fdrink a bit of wine we ^Emboth might go to^Ebmorrow Oh my ^Emlove And the ^Emrain is ^F#mfal---^Gling^A and I b^Believe ^A My time has ^Emcome It re^Emminds me ^F#mof the ^Gpain^A I might ^Bleave^A Leave be^Emhind

^FmWait in the fire ^EmWait in the fire ^{Eb Fm}Wait in the fire ^EmWait in the fire ^Eb The ^Emfire