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Tuning: E A D G B E
DOften, Atoo often closed BmWith a little beauty Gand the right supposing DSuppose I meet you Aand make you feel BmThere is no real reason Gwhy I be real for you
DFor you it's just a Adozen dreamers BmThis is the way I will itG DSometimes, AI'm sometimes I'm just, Bmjust, just too much, Gjust too much
And DI don't know Aand never known And Bmall I ever Gwant to be And DI can't tell you Aand I can't tell you BmBut it's never really Gnear to me
SunfaceD, GsunfaceA SunfaceD, GsunfaceA
DAnd closin' up Aand winding down BmThis little beautiful, Gthis little wonder ground DHow would it be Ato take your hand? BmI'm not the easy kind GI'll never understand and
DSomehow, Amake it seem so right BmThis is the easy child GWho's going to face that light A
DSunface, Bmsunface GSome felt it, Asome felt it DSunface, Bmsunface GSome felt it, Asome felt it
D Bm G D Bm G D A
DWalk around Aand touch the view BmThere is an easy angle, Gleast that is true DAnd truth's enough Ato make me smile BmEverybody's able and Geverybody's trial
DIf you're really Ahigh enough to Bmbe the pauper and Gtake the rough, well, the Deasy time Awill never be BmBut your comet's down and it, Git shines on me, just a
DSunface, Bmsunface, Gsunface, Asunface, DSunface, Bmsunface, Gsunface, Asunface, DSunface, Bmsunface, Gsunface. A D Bm G A D Bm G A