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BbWe said a miBb6llion times we'd chBbmaj7ange, Bb6
BbCan't bring myBb6self to say those wBbmaj7ords agBb6ain.
EbA piper never changesF tune,
EbYou can't grow apples on the mBboon.
BbThe hurtful tBb6hings we say still Bbmaj7penetrate, Bb6
BbAnd whispeBb6red sorrys always Bbmaj7come too late. Bb6
EbThen the damage has bFeen done,
EbWhat er we going to tell our sBbon. Bb6 Bbmaj7 Bb6
EbI want to spare his broken hBbeart.
EbBrek it gently that we'll liBbve apart
FDon't know the proper way to sEbay
He won't be seeing daddy ev'ry dBbay. Bb6 Bbmaj7 Bb6
Those weekly outings never work you know,
Buying gifts and candy picture shows.
They can't replace the man around,
Your voice, your touch, your manly sound.
I quess the trouble is I love you still,
And if it comes to that I always will.
No, please don't cry, it's just too late
Now hurry on, she's waiting at the gate
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