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GYou're the Northern WBm7ind, Csending shivers down my Emspine
You're like, Cfallen leavDes in anG autumn nigGht
GYou're the lullBm7aby, that's Csinging me to Emsleep
You are the Cother half, Dyou're like a missing Gpiece G
EmOh my Glove, Emoh my Glove, Emoh my Glove
You don't Cknow what you do
GTo mEme, ohG me Em G Em G Em
GYou are all four Bm7seasons, Crolled into oEmne
You're like the Ccold December sDnow, in the warm July Gsun G
GI'm the jet black Bm7sky that's Cjust before the Emrain
Like the Cmighty current, Dpulling you under the Gwaves G
EmOh my Glove, Emoh my Glove, Emoh my Glove
CYou don't know what you do
GTo mEme, ohG me Em G Em G Em
GI'm the darkest Bmhour, Cjust before the daEmwn,
And I'm sClowly sinkinDg into the the slough of desGpond G
GLike an old gBmuitar, CWorn out and left beEmhind
I have Cstories still to Dtell they're, of the healing Gkind G
EmOh my Glove, Emoh my Glove, Emoh my Glove
If i could Cjust find you toDnight, if i could Cjust find you Dtonight
Oh my lGoveEm
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