Sean Rowe - Flying

There was a ^Ftime I could not cry But that has ^Amleft me now For 7 ^Fyears I could not dream But now that's ^Gdone

There were ^Fsongs I could not sing Words I c^Amould not know Oh but now they f^Found me on a bridge And they broke my ^Gheart ^{F F}

There was a ^Fway I used to talk I cannot ^Amrecognize And now my ^Flanguage cannot give me what I ^Gneed And I ^Ftore it from my ^Embible and I ^Fkept it from my ^Amgod I w^Fould not lose to junkies on t^Amhe street ^F

It hit me so ^Amhard I could not ^Fsee That shot was ^Gonly meant for me And all the ^Amfaces that I kn^Few They were ^Glying

When the hard ^Amroad went back to ^Fsand And with the ^Emwheel still in my ^Fhand F F (Am) I built a highway out of dust And I was ^Gflying

There was a ^Fway I used to talk I cannot ^Amrecognize And now my ^Flanguage cannot give me what I ^Gneed And I ^Ftore it from my ^Embible and I ^Fkept it from my ^Amgod I w^Fould not lose to junkies on the ^Amstreet ^F

It hit me so ^Amhard I could not ^Fsee That shot was ^Gonly meant for me And all the ^Amfaces that I kn^Few They were ^Glying

When the hard ^Amroad went back to ^Fsand And with the ^Emwheel still in my ^Fhand F Am (F if you prefer) I built a highway out of dust And I was ^Gflying ^{F F}