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Ab There's birds Fm7perching on the Bbm7powerlines Eb7
Ab I wonder Fm7if you woke in Bbm7someone'sEb7 arms
And if you'd Cm7ever Eb7consider Abmine
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Ab The swaying Fm7shades of acaBbm7cias
In flowerEb a-rAbrangements sugFm7gest
Bbm7That it's time for Ebme to be a Abman Fm7
Or Bbm7else with Dbmwhat reCm7grets
Would Fm7I be lBbm7eft to live fEborever
Ab The sky hangs undistAb7urbed Ablike a static C7pond
Oh world, may you be preFmserved just as you Ab7are when AbI return
Cm7 The scent of evening aiDbr iCs cFinnaAbmon sDbweet here
But it's Dbm7lost on my lungs breathing Dbmin Ab
Fm7Bbm7Ab
Fm7Bbm7Eb7
AbFBbm7
Cm7Fm7Bbm7Eb7
Ab The sunlFm7ight stabs Bbm7my eyes
(It stabs my Eb7eyes)
Ab There's ferns Fm7running up the Bbm7traffic signs outBbm7side
(OutEb7side)
Ab I tell the Fm7ether all of Bbm7my desDbmires and Cmshe says
Cm7"MaybeEb another time"
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