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EHow,C#m how can it Dbe That a Bm7love carved out of Ecaring Fashioned by C#mfate Could suffer Dso hard From the Bm7games played once too Eoften C#m But making miDstakes Is a Bm7part of life's imperEfections Born of the C#myears Is it Dso wrong To be Bm7human after Eall
EDrawn into the Cstream Of Dundefined illEusion Those diamondC dreams They Dcan't disguise the Etruth That there is something Cabout you, Dbaby, so Eright I wouldn't Cbe without you, Dbaby, toEnight C#mIf ever our Dlove was conBm7cealed No one can Esay that we didn't C#mfeel A millionD things and a Bm7perfect dream of Elife C#mGone, fragile butD free We Bm7remain tender toEgether If not so in C#mlove It's not Dso wrong We're only Bm7human after Eall EThese changing Cyears They Dadd to your conEfusion EOh and you need to Chear The Dtime that told the Etruth EBecause there's something Cabout you, Dbaby, so Eright EI couldn't live withCout you, Dbaby, toEnight EAnd that there's something about Cyou DYeah EAnd I couldn't Clive without yDou toEnight