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When the truth isF#m found to bBe liF#mes
And aF#mll the joy B witF#mhin you dies
Don't you wAant someEbody to F#mlove
BDon't you nAeed someEbody to F#mlove
BWouldn't you Alove someEbody to F#mlove
F#mYou better Efind someBbody to F#mlove
When the gardeF#mn's flowers, babBy, are dead
Yes, and your F#mmind, your Bmind is so fullF#m of red
Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
Yeah but in your head, baby
I'm afraid you don't know where it is
Tears are running, they're all running down your breast
And your friends, baby, they treat you like a guest
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