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F Time has Ctold me Fyou're a rare rare Cfind Bb A troubled Fcure Dmfor a Dm/Ctroubled G7/Bmind G F And time has Ctold meF not to ask for Cmore Eb For someday our Focean Dmwill Dm/Cfind its G/Bshore G
CHORUS 1:
E7So I'll leave the ways of mEbaking me be Fm7/CWhat I really don't D/Awant to be E7Leave the ways of maEbking me love Fm7/CWhat I really don't D/Awant to love
Time has told me you came with the dawn A sole with no footprint a rose with no thorn Your tears they tell me there's really no way Of ending your troubles with things you can say And time will tell you to stay by my side To keep on trying till there's no more to hide CHORUS 2: So you'll leave the ways of making you be What you really don't want to be Leave the ways of making you love What you really don't want to love Time has told me you're a rare rare find A troubled cure for a troubled mind And time has told me not to ask for more For someday our ocean will find its shore