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C There?s a house,G that?s not on a hill
AmAnd the paint?s chipping off
F Of the old window sill
C There?s a tree in the front yard
G That?s older than me
Am And older than all of yFou
C There?s a smell that the heat makes
G It reminds me of Christmas
Am And birthdays in DeFcember
C I remember her
G I remember her
AmI remember her so Fwell
C I remember her
G I remember her
AmI remember her so Fwell
F But things theCy fade
C She would kiss my hand
G She would kiss my head
Am Then she?d fall asleep with me
F In my tiny bed
C She would sing me lullabies
G Gave me my hazel eyes
Am And then she?d call me beautiful
FShe made me beautiful
C I remember her
G I remember her
AmI remember her so Fwell
C I remember her
G I remember her
AmI remember her so Fwell
(once)
F But things they fCade
G Things turn to grey
Am As much as I try to save them
F They turn grey
C Just like the house, thaGt?s not on a hill
With alAml of the rust on the gate
ThFe chips on the sill
FBut I love it Cstill
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