| A | Dmaj7 | E | C#m | | It's a little bit | funny, this | feeling in | side |
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| F#m | F#m/E | F#m/Eb | D | | I'm not one of | those who can | easily hi | de |
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| A | E | C# | F#m | | I don't much | money, but, | boy if I | did |
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| A | Bm7 | D | E | | I'd buy a big | house where | we both could | live |
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| A | Dmaj7 | E | C#m | | If I was a | sculptor, but | then ag | ain no |
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| F#m | F#m/E | F#m/Eb | D | | Or a man who | makes potions in a | travelling | show |
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| A | E | C# | F#m | | I know it's not | much but it's the | best I can | do |
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| A | Bm7 | D | A | | My gift is my | song, and | this one for | you |
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| | | E | F#m | Bm7 | D | | | | And you can tell | everybody | this is your | song |
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| | | E | F#m | Bm | D | | | | It may be | quite simple | but now that it's | done |
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| | | F#m | F#m/E | | | I | hope you don't mind, I | hope you don't mind |
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| | | F#m/Eb | D | | | | That I put down in | words, |
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| A | Bm | D | E | | How | wonderful | life is while | you're in the | world |
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| A | Dmaj7 | E | C#m | | I sat on the | roof and | kicked off the | moss |
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| F#m | F#m/E | F#m/Eb | D | | Well a few of the | verses | they've got me quite | crossed |
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| A | E | C# | F#m | | But the sun's been quite | king, while I | wrote this | song |
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| A | Bm7 | D | E | | It's for people like | you that they | keep turned | on |
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| A | Dmaj7 | E | C#m | | So excuse me and | forget but | these I | do |
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| F#m | F#m/E | F#m/Eb | D | | You see I've for | gotten if they're | green or they're | blue |
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| A | E | C# | F#m | | Anyway, the | thing is, | what I reallly | mean |
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| A | Bm7 | D | A | | Yours are the | sweetest eyes | I've ever | seen |
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And you can tell everybody ... |
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| A | Bm | D | E | A | | How | wonderful | life is while | you're | in the | world |
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