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Ab9Your clothes left on thAb4e floor
BAb9ike wheels, still tAb4urning
Ab9Where you left them Ab4on the back lawn
Your vAb9oices recAb4ede and
Your fAb9ingers slip from mAb4y hand
Ab9White skies and sAb4ilence
A Ab9lifeless wind burns thAb4rough the Downland
And it's Ab9cold, cold, cold, cold, Ab4cold
And you're not Ab9home, home, home, home, Ab4home
I sit and Ab9stare, I sit and Ab4stare
Into my Ab9phone, phone, phone, phone, Ab4phone
I love that Ab9silver-grey first Ab4morning light
I see that Ab9fearless love in Ab4your blue eyes
Think I can Ab9picture some new Ab4shape of life
But now you're not Ab9home
You're not Ab4home
Not Ab9home Ab4
And it's Ab9cold, cold, cold, cold, Ab4cold
When you're not Ab9home, home, home, home, Ab4home
I sit and Ab9stare, I sit and Ab4stare
Into my Ab9phone, phone, phone, phone, Ab4phone
I love that Ab9silver-grey first Ab4morning light
I see that Ab9fearless love in Ab4your blue eyes
Think I can Ab9picture some new Ab4shape of life
But now you're not Ab9home
No, you're not Ab4home
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I see that Ab/Cfearless love in Bbmyour blue eyes
Think I can Ab/Cpicture some new Dbmshape of lifeBbm
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No, you're not Ab4home
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