Tow'rs - I cant help myself

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^CI know now honey that ^Gwe cannot pret^Dend ^EmIt's foolish thing but we^G do it over an^Emd over again^D

^CI can't I can't ^GI can't help my^Dself ^EmWhen it comes to this, I ^Ccan't help m^Gyself ^CI can't I can't ^GI can't help my^Dself ^EmWhen it comes to this, I ca^Dn't help mys^Gelf

^GThe confusion, all the^C pain ^EmAll the times I couldn't ar^Dticulate ^GAnd I'm thinking of the^C seasons ^EmHow they're changing and how we do th^De same

^CI know now honey that ^Gwe cannot pret^Dend ^EmIt's foolish thing but we^G do it over an^Emd over again^D

^CI can't I can't ^GI can't help my^Dself ^EmWhen it comes to this, I ^Ccan't help m^Gyself ^CI can't I can't ^GI can't help my^Dself ^EmWhen it comes to this, I ca^Dn't help mys^Gelf

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