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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | I looked out this | morn | ing and the | sun was gone, | |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | Turned on some | mus | ic to | start my | day, |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | Then lost my | self | in a | familiar song. | |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | F#maj7 | | I closed my | eyes | and I | slipped a | way. |
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| | | C# | F# | Bbm | Ab | | | It’s | more than a | feeling | | |
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| | | C# | F# | Bbm | Ab | | | When I | hear that old | song they | used to play | |
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| | | C# | F# | Bbm | Ab | | | And | I begin | dreaming | | |
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| | | C# | F# | A | Bbm7 | | | ’til I | see Mari | anne walk a | way | |
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| | | Ebsus4 | Eb | Eb2 | Eb | C# | | | I see my | Mari | anne | walk | ing a | way |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | So many | peo | ple have | come and gone, | |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | Their faces | fade | as the | years go | by, |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | Yet I | still | recall as I | wonder on, | |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | F#maj7 | | as clear as | the | sun In the | summer | sky. |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | When I’m | tired | I’m | thinking cold, | |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | I hide in my | mus | ic, for | get the | day |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | C# | | and | dream of a | girl | I | used to know | |
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| Ab | Absus4 | Ab | F# | F#maj7 | | I | closed my | eyes | and she | slipped a | way. |
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