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Capo: 3 Intro: F C C , F C C , F C C F Dm Dm C C F
CThis and Fwho I Dmused to Dmbe Don't Cmatter Cmuch at Fall to Cme. The Cpit you Fdug to Dmplant your Dmfeet's a Cfar cry Cfrom my FdestiCny.
Not even the Fclouds, Not even the Cpast, Not even the Chands of FGod could Dmhold me Dmback from Cyou.
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CDark and Flonely Dmis the Dmride the Cdevil Calways Fby my Cside. Though Cno match Ffor what Dmlies beDmtween the Cthought of Cyou your Ftrust for Cme.
Not even the Fsun, A bullet from a Cgun.
No, Cnothing Fthat this Dmworld could Dmbring or CAnythCing someFone could Cdo Could Fhold me Cback from CyoCu.C
F C C , F C C , F C C F Dm Dm C C C
No Ccan of Fgold placed Dmin my hDmand, the Clargest Cfind with the Fgreatest CsuCm.C Though Csome would Fsay it'd Dmease our Dmpain, CWe know Cthat it Fcan't be Cdone.
Not even the Fsun, Not even the Cclouds, Not even the Fpast
No, Cnothing Fthat this Dmworld could Dmbring or CAnythCing someFone could Cdo Could Fhold me Cback from Cyou, Could Fhold me Cback from Cyou, Could Fhold me Cback from CyoCu.C