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Here, here and here By Meg and Dia. verse:
CThe time of my life, a Grecord of myFself An Caccurate sketcGh of perfect hFealth A Croof on my head, Gshoes on my Ffeet PClenty of room, Gplenty to Feat CBeen very far, mGade lots of Ffriends And CI love my motherG, hope to see her Fagain
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I'm a Cwanderer now, sorrow befGalls me I Amlaugh often so I suppose DmI'm gonna be fine CMozart he said "there's nothinGg to composing" And Amthat's all we do We just Dmwrite and play and write and play and write and...
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CHere, here and here G He pointed to his Amheart and mind and ears F CHe said "here, here and Ghere" He pointed to his Amheart and mind and ears F
C Here, here and here He pointed to his heart and mind and ears He said "here, here and here" He pointed to his heart and mind and ears Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here, here and here) Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears) Mozart he said "there's nothing to composing" (Here here and here) Yeah, yeah, yeah (He pointed to his heart and mind and ears)