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D
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G/A
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-
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D
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I've been laid to thinking about
my l
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ifeti
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me,
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G/A
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All the t
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hings I've done and how it's been,
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D
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G/A
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D
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And
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I can't help believin' in
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my ow
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n mind,
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G/A
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I know I'm
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gonna hate to see it end,
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(verse 2)
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D
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G/A
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D
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I've seen alot of sunshine,
slept
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out in the r
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ain.
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G/A
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Spent a
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night or two all on my own,
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D
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G/A
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D
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I've known my lady's pleasures,
had m
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yself some fri
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ends,
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G/A
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Spent a
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time or two in my own home,
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(chorus)
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G
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A7
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D
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G
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And I have to s
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ay it now, it's
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been a good lif
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e all in all,
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D
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Bm
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Em
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It's really f
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ine to have a c
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hance to hang ar
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ound,
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A7
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G
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A7
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D
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G
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And lie
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there by the fir
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e, and watch
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the evenin' t
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ire,
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D
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Bm
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Em7
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A7
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while all my fri
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ends and my old lady,
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sit and pass
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the pipe ar
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ound,
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G
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Fm
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G
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D
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And talk of p
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oems and prayers and p
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romises,
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and things t
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hat we believe in,
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Dmaj7
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G
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A
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G
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How sweet i
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t is to love some
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one, how right
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it is to
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care,
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Fmaj7
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Em
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D
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How long it's b
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een since yesterday, w
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hat about tom
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orrow,
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Dmaj7
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G
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A
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D
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-
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G
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-
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D
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And what about our d
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reams, and all the me
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mories we sh
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are,
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(verse 3)
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D
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G/A
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D
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||
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The days, they pass so quickly
now, nights
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are seldom l
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ong,
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G/A
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Time a
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round me whispers when it's cold,
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D
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G/A
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D
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Changes so
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me how frighten me, still I
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have to s
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mile,
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G/A
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It t
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urns me on to think of growing
old,
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(verse 4)
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D
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G/A
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D
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For tho' my life's been good to
me, there's still
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so much to
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do,
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G/A
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So ma
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ny things my mind has never known,
|
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D
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G/A
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D
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I'd like t
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o raise a family, I'd like t
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o sail aw
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ay,
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G/A
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And d
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ance across the mountains on the
moon,
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(chorus)
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G
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A7
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D
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G
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And I have to s
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ay it now, it's
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been a good lif
|
e all in all,
|
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D
|
Bm
|
Em
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It's really f
|
ine to have a c
|
hance to hang ar
|
ound,
|
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A7
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G
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A7
|
D
|
G
|
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And lie
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there by the fir
|
e, and watch
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the evenin' t
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ire,
|
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D
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Bm
|
Em7
|
A7
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while all my fri
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ends and my old lady,
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sit and pass
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the pipe ar
|
ound,
|
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G
|
Fm
|
G
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D
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And talk of p
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oems and prayers and p
|
romises,
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and things t
|
hat we believe in,
|
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Dmaj7
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G
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A
|
G
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How sweet i
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t is to love some
|
one, how right
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it is to
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care,
|
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Fmaj7
|
Em
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D
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How long it's b
|
een since yesterday, w
|
hat about tom
|
orrow,
|
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Dmaj7
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G
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A
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D
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-
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G
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-
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D
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And what about our d
|
reams, and all the me
|
mories we sh
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are,
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