| F# | F#maj7 | | I can think of younger days, | when living for my life was |
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| Abm | F# | | everything a man could want to | do. |
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| Bb7 | Ebm | Ab7 | | I could never see | tomorrow, but | I was never told |
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| F#maj7 | Abm | | And, | how can you mend a broken heart, | how can you |
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stop the rain from falling down. |
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| B | C#7 | B | C#7 | | How can you | stop, the | sun from | shining, |
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| Abm | C#7 | F# | | What makes the | world go | round. |
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| F#maj7 | | How can you mend this broken man, |
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| Abm | | How can a loser ever win. |
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| B | C#7 | B | C#7 | | Please | help me | mend my | broken | , |
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| F# | F#maj7 | | I can still feel the breeze, | that rustles through the trees. |
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| Abm | F# | | and misty memories of day's gone | by. |
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| Bb7 | Ebm | Ab7 | | We could never see | tomorrow, | no one said a word |
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| F#maj7 | Abm | | And, | how can you mend a broken heart, | how can you |
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stop the rain from falling down. |
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| B | C#7 | B | C#7 | | How can you | stop, the | sun from | shining, |
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| Abm | C#7 | F# | | What makes the | world go | round. |
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| F#maj7 | | How can you mend this broken man, |
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| Abm | | How can a loser ever win. |
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| B | C#7 | B | C#7 | | Please | help me | mend my | broken | , |
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