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| Bbm | A+ | C# | Eb | There's a | lady who's | sure all that | glitters is | gold |
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| F#maj7 | Ab | Bbm | and she's | buying a stairway to | hea | ven |
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| Bbm | A+ | C# | Eb | When she | gets there she | knows if the | stores are all | closed |
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| F#maj7 | Ab | Bbm | with a | word she can get what she | came | for |
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| C# | Eb | F#maj7 | Bbm | C# | Ab | Eb | | Oh | | oh | and she's | buying a | stairway to | heaven |
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| C# | Eb | F#maj7 | Bbm | There's a | sign on the | wall but she | wants to be | sure |
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| C# | Eb | F#maj7 | 'cause you | know sometimes | words have two | meanings |
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| Bbm | A+ | C# | Eb | In a | tree by the | brook there's a | songbird who | sings |
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| F#maj7 | Ab | Bbm | Sometimes | all of her thoughts are | mis | given |
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| Bbm | A+ | C# | Eb | F#maj7 | Ab | Bbm | | | | | | | | |
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| | Ab/C | Bbm7 | Ebsus4 | Eb | Bbm7 | Fm | Eb | C# | Eb | | | | | | Oh_ it makes me | wonder | | | | |
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| | Bbm7 | Ebsus4 | Eb | Bbm7 | Fm | Eb | C# | Eb | | | Oh | it | makes me wonder | | | | | |
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| C# | Ab | Bbm | There's a | feeling I | get when I | look to the west |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | and my | spirit is | crying for | lea | ving |
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| C# | Ab | Bbm | In my | thoughts I have | seen rings of | smoke through the trees |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | and the | voices of | those who stand | loo | king |
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| | Bbm7 | Ebsus4 | Eb | Bbm7 | Fm | Eb | C# | Eb | | | | Oh | it makes me wonder | | | | | |
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| | Bbm7 | Eb | Bbm7 | Fm | Eb | C# | Eb | | | Oh Dsus4]it | really makes me wonder | | | | | |
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| C# | Ab | And it's | whispered that | soon |
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| Bbm | If we all | call the tune |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | And the | piper will | lead us to | rea | son |
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| C# | Ab | And the | new day will | dawn |
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| Bbm | For | those who stand long |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | And the | forest will | echo with | laugh | ter |
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| Bbm | Eb | Bbm | Eb | Bbm | Eb | | | | | Oh ho ho... | | |
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| C# | Ab | Bbm | | If there's a | bustle in your | hedgerow, |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | | It's just a | spring clean for the | May | queen |
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| C# | Ab | Bbm | | Yes, there are | two paths you can | go by |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | | There's still | time to change the | road you're | on |
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| | Bbm | Eb | Bbm | Eb | Bbm | Eb | | And it makes me | wonder | | | Oh ho ho... | | |
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| C# | Ab | Bbm | | Your head is | humming and it | won't go |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | | The piper's | calling you to | join | him |
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| C# | Ab | Bbm | | Dear lady | can you hear the | wind blow |
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| C# | Ab | F# | Bbm | | Your stairway | lies in the | whispering | wind? |
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| Eb | Ebsus2 | Eb | Ebsus4 | Eb | Ebsus2 | Eb | Ebsus4 | C# | C#2 | C# | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | And as we | wind on down the | road | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | Our shadows | taller then our | soul | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | There walks the | lady we all | know | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | Who shines white light and | wants to | show | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | How everything | still turns to | gold | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | And if you listen | very | hard | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | The truth will come to | you at | last | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | When all are one and | one is | all | |
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| | Bbm | Ab | F# | Ab | | | To be a rock and | not to | roll | |
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| | F# | Ab | Bbm | | And she's | buying a stairway to | hea | ven. |
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| Eb | Ebsus2 | Eb | Ebsus4 | Eb | Ebsus2 | Eb | Ebsus4 | C# | C#2 | C# | C#2 | C# | Eb | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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