John Phillips - Someones sleeping
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AmIn the Dmmorning through my Gwindow Ccreeping
AmSunlight Dmchasin' Gcolors on my Cwall
By my Fside, Gshe lay Csleeping
Cradled Fin
Her Dmantique Gshawl
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Am TDmuck her G'neath my Ccover
AmWatch her Dmface Gsettle in my Cdown
I supFposeG we were Clovers
She was Fgood, Dmgood to have Garound C
FSome things are for Emkeeping Dm(no) C
FSome things are too Emgood and they Ggo
I rCemember Gmarket place in AmTangiers
EmStanding there
FBeggars all arCound her legs and she Flooked like an Gangel
From a Csecond story Gwindow caught a glAmimpse of someone's Emlife
And it was Fmine
And my Cface was dark and Dmdirty
GAnd I'd been Ccrying
Am DmTuck her G'neath your Ccover
AmGot a love Dmkeep her there
GMake love all the Ctime
I sFuppose Gwe all need Clovers
And you Fknow everyDmthing comes in Gtime
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FShe looked like an Gangel
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