| B | F# | | When I find myself in | times of trouble, |
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| Abm | E | | Mother Mary | comes to me, |
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| B | F# | E | B | | Speaking words of | wisdom, let it | be. | |
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| F# | | And in my hour of | darkness, |
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| Abm | E | | She is | standing right in | front of me, |
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| B | F# | E | B | | Speaking words of | wisdom, let it | be. | |
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| | | Abm | F# | E | B | | | Let it | be, let it | be, let it | be, let it | be. |
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| | | F# | E | B | | | Whisper words of wis | dom, let it | be. | |
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| B | F# | | And | when the broken | hearted people |
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| Abm | E | | Living in the | world agree, |
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| B | F# | E | B | | There will be an | answer, let it | be. | |
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| F# | | But though there may be | parted, |
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| Abm | E | | There is | still a chance that | they will see, |
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| B | F# | E | B | | There will be an an | swer, let it | be. | |
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| | | Abm | F# | E | B | | | Let it | be, let it | be, let it | be, let it | be. |
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| | | F# | E | B | | | There will be an ans | wer, let it | be. | |
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| B | F# | | And | when the night is | cloudy, |
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| Abm | E | | There is | still a light that | shines on me, |
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| B | F# | E | B | | Shine until tom | orrow, let it | be. | |
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| F# | | I wake up to the | sound of music, |
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| Abm | E | | Mot | her Mary | comes to me, |
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| B | F# | E | B | | Speaking words of | wisdom, let it | be. | |
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| | | Abm | F# | E | B | | | Let it | be, let it | be, let it | be, let it | be. |
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| | | F# | E | B | | | Whisper words of wis | dom, let it | be. | |
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