Misc Originals - Sweetheart sea - stonefruit season

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^Abmaj7It’s not th^Bbadd9at I can’t be^Ebmaj7 shaken ^{Gm7 Cm7}It’s just the wi^Bbnd and I ar^Abmaj9e friends ^Ebmaj7What once u^Bb/Dprooted now ju^Cm7st brushes ^Abmaj7This is how ^Bbadd9the season ^Ebmaj7ends