The Paper Kites - Bloom

In the morning when I w^Ebmake And the sun is coming t^Gbhrough, Oh, you fill my lungs with ^Dbsweetness, ^GbAnd you fill my head with y^Bbm7ou.

Shall I write it in a l^Ebmetter? Shall I try to get it d^Gbown? Oh, you fill my head with ^Dbpieces Gb Bbm7 - stop - Of a song I can't get out.

Can I be close to y^Ebmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-oo^Dbh. ^{Gb Bbm7} Can I be close to ^Ebmyou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-oo^Dbh. ^{Gb Bbm7}

Can I take it to a m^Ebmoment Where the fields are painted g^Gbold And the trees are filled with ^Dbmemories ^GbOf the feelings never t^Bbm7old?

When the evening pulls the ^Ebmsun down, And the day is almost t^Gbhrough, Oh, the whole world it is s^Dbleeping, Gb Bbm7 - stop - But my world is you.

Can I be close to y^Ebmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-oo^Dbh. ^{Gb Bbm7} Can I be close to y^Ebmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-oo^Dbh. ^{Gb Bbm7}

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Can I be close to ^Ebmyou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-oo^Dbh. ^{Gb Bbm7} Can I be close to y^Ebmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-oo^Dbh. ^{Gb Bbm7}

Can I be close to y^Ebmou? Ooh-oo-oo-o^Gboh, ooh-oo-oo-o^Dboh.