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Intro: Eb
EbSend out the Cmmorning birds GmTo sing of Bbthe damage EbNow that the cCmalm's returned GmI know I Bbcan't manage EbYou're standing Cmin my doorway AbThough he's aslBbeep in my bed EbThe steady Cmmurmur GmAlways Bbin my head
AbYou're the Ebfinest Bbthing that I've done Cm Eb AbThe hurriEbcane I'll Bbnever outrun Cm Eb AbI could waitEb around for thBbe dust to still Cm Eb AbBut I don'tEb believe that Bbit ever will Eb
And since the roof fell in I'll lean on what matters Caught in the slightest wind Everything else unravels You're standing in my doorway Seven cities ago The days are racing But you come back too slow You're the finest thing that I've done The hurricane I'll never outrun I could wait around for the dust to still But I don't believe that it ever will Bridge: same as chorus You're the finest thing that I've done The hurricane I'll never outrun I could wait around for the dust to still But I don't believe that it ever will But I don't believe that it ever will