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Tuning: E A D G B E
F: 1-3-3-2-1-1 Bb: 6-8-8-7-6-6 Dm: X-5-7-7-6-5 Am: X-0-2-2-1-0 C: X-3-2-0-1-0 Dm*: X-X-0-2-3-1 Gm: 3-5-5-3-3-3 [Intro] F Bb x2 [Verse 1]
FIf all our life is but a Bbdream Fantastic posing Fgreed Then we should feed our jewelery Bbto the sea For diamonds Dmdo appear to Fbe Just like Dmbroken glass to Bbme FAnd then she said she can't beBblieve Genius only Fcomes along In storms of fabled Bbforeign tongues Tripping Dmeyes, and flooded Flungs Northern Dmdownpour sends its Bblove
[Pre-Chorus 1]
AmHey moon, please forCget to fall Dm*down AmHey moon, Cdon't you go Fdown
[Chorus 1]
FSugarcane in the Bbeasy mornin' WeatherDmvanes my Gmone and lonely
[Verse 2]
FThe ink is running toward the Bbpage It's chasin' off the Fdays Look back at both feet and that Bbwinding knee I missed your Dmskin when you were Feast You clicked your Dmheels and wished for Bbme FThrough playful lips made of Bbyarn That fragile CapriFcorn Unraveled words like moths uBbpon old scarves I know the Dmworld's a broken Fbone But melt your Dmheadaches, call it Bbhome
[Pre-Chorus 2]
AmHey moon, please forCget to fall Dm*down AmHey moon, Cdon't you go Fdown
[Chorus]
FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely
[Outro]
FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning (Hey moon, hey moon...) DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely (Hey moon, hey moon...) FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning (Hey moon, hey moon...) DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely (Hey moon, hey moon...) FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning (Hey moon, please forget to fall down) DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely (Hey moon, don't you go down) FSugarcane in the Bbeasy morning (You are at the top of my lungs) DmWeathervanes my Gmone and lonely (Drawn to the ones who never yawn) FHey moon, please forBbget to fall down (Sugarcane in the easy morning) DmHey moon, don't you go doGmwn (Weathervanes my one and lonely) FYou are at the top of my lungs

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Drawn to the ones who never yawn