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| F#7 | B | Bm | | why don’t you | come to your sen | ses ? |
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| F# | | You been | out ridin’ fences |
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| F# | | Oh, you’re a | hard one, |
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| F#7 | B | Bm | | I know that | you got your rea | sons, |
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| F# | Bb7 | Ebm7 | | These | things that | are plea | sin’ you |
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| Ab7 | C#7 | F# | | can | hurt you | some | how |
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| | | C# | Ebm | Bbm | | | | Don’t you | draw the queen of | diamonds boy, |
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| | | B | F# | | | She’ll | beat you if she’s | able, |
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| | | Ebm7 | B | F# | C# | | | You know the | queen of hearts is | always your best | bet | |
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| | | Ebm | Bbm | B | | | Now it | seems to me some | fine things have been | laid upon |
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| | | Ebm | Ab7 | Abm7 | | | But you | only want the | ones you can’t | get |
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| F#7 | B | Bm | | oh you ain’t | gettin’ no youn | ger, |
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| F# | Ebm7 | | Your | pain and your hun | ger, |
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| Ab7 | C#7 | | they’re | drivin’ you | home |
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| F# | F#7 | B | Bm | | And | freedom, | oh, freedom, that’s just | some people tal | kin’ |
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| F# | Ebm7 | Ab7 | C#7 | F# | | Your | prison is wal | kin’ through this | world all | alo | ne |
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| | | C# | Ebm | Bbm | | | | Don’t your | feet get cold in the | winter? |
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| | | B | F# | | | The | sky won’t snow and | the sun won’t shine |
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| | | Ebm7 | B | F# | C# | | | It’s | hard to tell the | night time from the | day | |
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| | | Ebm | Bbm | | | You’re | losin’ all your | highs and lows |
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| | | B | F# | Abm7 | | | Ain’t it | funny how the | feelin’ goes a | way |
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| F#7 | B | Bm | | why don’t you | come to your sen | ses |
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| F# | C# | Ebm | | Come | down from | your fen | ces, |
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| F#7 | B | Bm | | but there’s a | rainbow above you | |
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| F# | Bb7 | Ebm | B | F# | Abm7 | | You better | let some | body | love you, | | | |
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| F# | Bb7 | Ebm | Abm7 | C#7 | | You better | let some | body | love you be | fore it’s | too |
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