| A | E | | Si | tting here, wa | iting for, |
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| F#m | C#m | | S | omeone calling | at my door, |
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| D | Bm7 | A | | Too b | ad, | I'm getting out of l | ove. |
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What's the use of changing things, |
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Wonder what tomorrow brings, |
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| | | A | D | | | | My Shangri-la has gone aw | ay, |
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| | | C#m7 | Gmaj7 | | | | Faded like the Be | atles on Hey Jude |
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| | | A | D | | | | She seemed to drift out on the r | ain |
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| | | C#m7 | Gmaj7 | | | That ca | me in somewhere s | oftly from the blue |
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| Bm7 | E6 | A | Amaj7 | | I | 'm getting o | ut of l | ove (where is my Sh | angri-La?) |
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Clouds roll by and hide the sun, |
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Raindrops fall on everyone, |
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| | | A | D | | | | My Shangri-la has gone aw | ay, |
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| | | C#m7 | Gmaj7 | | | | Faded like the Be | atles on Hey Jude |
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| | | A | D | | | | She seemed to drift out on the r | ain |
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| | | C#m7 | Gmaj7 | | | That ca | me in somewhere s | oftly from the blue |
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