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Oh I Swear
Oh, I Bmswear and I Aswear and I F#mswear That my Gheart's not in it I can Bmdeadpan as Adead as I F#mcan But my Gheart's not in it Em7What little of yours, wBmhat little of mine And Awe'll get bBmy
Like jailbirds locked in a cell We go well together Like a marriage arranged in hell We go well together Cruel poverty is the tie that binds And we'll get by
GCan't run in a F#mdead end street GCan't run in a F#mdead end street GNo wings uF#mpon your feet BmAll your dreams are sGhackled to the ground (repeat)
And it couldn't be love And it couldn't be love Oh it couldn't be love Oh it couldn't be love What little of yours, what little of mine And we'll get by by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com