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Intro: Bm/A G D A
ABm scrapbook on my lap. A soft head onG my shoulder. DBehind loose plastic pages are some fadiAng photographs BmPeculiar fashion styles In the coGrner there's a baby DBehind the infant smile is a heaArt I recognize. WBmhat was I doing then? Learning toG take some steps. DThen walking through adolescence some thAousand miles away. BmAnd up in heaven God called a meetinGg. DAnd in the space that was next to mine hAe chose to write your name.
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IG never uAndersBmtood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance. D G A G But I'lAl forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed. BmWhat are the chances...
There's the place where the story about us started and took the stage. It's been so many days. And now the bricks are starting to crack. Feels a little weird looking back because some things have changed, some things have died, but somehow you've stayed the same all this time... I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance. But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed. What are the chances... Some will say that it goes away. I will run and chase it down through that rolling thunder and rain. I will risk my sails and all this boat to be in that storm.
BmEitDher way I am going to stay. Though the waves will try to pull me away... Either way I am going to stay.