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Cadd9the furrowed Cbed of sand Cmaj7worries aAmgain
Cadd9as it had befCore the waveCmaj7s left thAme land.
Cadd9for the falliCng tide leavCmaj7es a chilAmd weeping alone,
Cadd9he's letting Cgo of the anCmaj7chor and Amall the lines?
Emwaiting for the fingers of the gCreC9y wave
or his mGother's hand to rEmoll over him
with enDdless wCatC9er? 10,Em000 bridges
Dshow me father.
Cadd9now I'm olderC, now much oCmaj7lder Am
Cadd9and this waveC can take meCmaj7 out to sAmea.
Cadd9I feel the puCll beneath mCmaj7y feet. Am
Cadd9But I can seeC her, she isCmaj7 calling Amme
Cadd9I can feel heCr there?I caCmaj7n feel heAmr there.
Emwaiting for the fingers of the gCreC9y wave
or his Gmother's hand (mother's hand) Emto roll over him
with enDdless wCatC9er? 10,0Em00 bridges
Dshow me father
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