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CEvery time I Dthink of you
I feel Bmshot right through with a Cbolt of blue
CIt's no problem of mine but it's a Dproblem I find
BmLiving a life that I Ccan't leave behind
CThere's no sense in Dtelling me
The Bmwisdom of a fool won't Cset you free
CBut that's the way that it goes And it's what Dnobody knows
While Bmevery day my Cconfusion grows
Refren:
Every time I Dsee you falling
IBm get down on my Cknees and pray
I'm waiting for that Dfinal moment
You'll Bmsay the words that CI can't say
C I feel fine and DI feel good
I'm feeling Bmlike I never Cshould
CWhenever I get this way, I just don't Dknow what to say
Why can't we Bmbe ourselves like we Cwere yesterday
C I'm not sure what Dthis could mean
BmI don't think you're Cwhat you seem
CI do admit to myself that if I Dhurt someone else
Then IBm'll never see just what Cwe're meant to be
Refren:
Every time I Dsee you falling
IBm get down on my Cknees and pray
I'm waiting for that Dfinal moment
You'll Bmsay the words that CI can't say