| G | C | G | | It’s a | lesson too | late for the | learnin’ |
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| C | G | D | G | | Made of | sand, | made of | sand |
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| G | C | G | | In the | wink of an | eye my soul is | turnin’ |
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| C | G | D | G | | In your | hand, | in your | hand. |
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| D | C | G | | Are you | going away with no | word of fare | well? |
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| C | G | D | | Will there | be not a | trace left be | hind? |
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| G | C | | Well, I | could have loved you | better, |
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| G | | Didn’t | mean to be unkind. |
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| D | G | | You know that was the | last thing on my | mind. |
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| G | C | G | | You’ve got | reasons | a-plenty for | goin’. |
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| C | G | D | G | | This I | know, | this I | know. |
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| G | C | G | | For the | weeds have been | steadily | growin’. |
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| C | G | D | G | | Please don’t | go, | please don’t | go. |
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| G | C | G | | As we | walk on, my | thoughts are a- | tumblin’, |
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| C | G | D | G | | Round and | round, | round and | round. |
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| G | C | G | | Under | neath our | feet the subways | rumblin’, |
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| C | G | D | G | | Under | ground, | under | ground. |
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| G | C | G | | As I | lie in my | bed in the | mornin’, |
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| C | G | D | G | | Without | you, | without | you. |
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| G | C | G | | Every | song in my | breast dies a | bornin’, |
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| C | G | D | G | | Without | you, | without | you. |
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