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A I found this quoCte in a book Aand I thought oAf you
D So I walked me oCut like a moth Ain the morningA dew
A And a million ciCgarettes later Athe quote reaAppeared
D Now nothing abouCt my love coAuld be called insiAncere
A7Love thine enemy -- G7Love thine enemy
E7But hate their lack of A7sincerity
ALove thine enemy
A Every idiot thiCng you say speaAks of Pain andA Truth
D Because of the beaCutiful way yAour tongue can sAeduce
A What?s behinCd the mountaAin is a myAstery
D That?s why aftCer the quote AI added: SinAcerity
A7Love thine enemy -- D7Love thine G7enemy
E7But hate their lack of A7sincerity
ALove thine enemy
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A He tried to comeC between us Alike a purpleA ghoul
D Hypocrites espeCcially practAice the golden Arule
A I love what yCou say thoughA sometimes it?s Amean
D Without earthwCorms how elsAe would the soil kAeep clean?
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D7Love thine G7enemy
E7But hate their lack of A7sincerity
ALove thine enemy
D7Love thine G7enemy -- Love thine enemy
E7But hate their lack of A7sincerity
A7Love thine enemy -- I love - love - love my enemy
G7Love thine enemy -- Love thine enemy
E7But hate their lack of A7sincerity
Love thine enemyD7 E7 Am
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