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AmCGD
AmWait, Cdear, a whGite horse is walkingD down my
street here. Your words are creeping at my feet.
I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you?ll
disappear to the haze of this city and go south
Oh no?
AmWhoCa..
GSeems like I?m alwaysD on my own Am C
Seems like I?m never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...
AmAll the stars and boulCevards ain?t close enouGgh for you D
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