D
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A
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F#m
|
G
|
|
It's
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funny how you
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sound as if you're
|
right next
|
door,
|
|
D
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Bm
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Em7
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-
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A7
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When you're
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really half a
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world aw
|
ay,
|
|
|
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D
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A
|
F#m
|
G
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I
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just can't seem to
|
find the words I'm
|
looking f
|
or,
|
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D
|
Bm
|
Em7
|
-
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A7
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To
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say the things
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I want to s
|
ay,
|
|
|
|
D
|
A
|
F#m
|
G
|
I
|
can't remember
|
when I felt so
|
close to y
|
ou,
|
|
D
|
Bm
|
Em7
|
-
|
A7
|
It's
|
almost more than
|
I can be
|
ar,
|
|
|
|
D
|
A
|
F#m
|
G
|
And
|
though I seem a
|
half a million
|
miles from y
|
ou,
|
|
D
|
Bm
|
Em7
|
-
|
A7
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You are
|
in my heart and
|
living th
|
ere,
|
|
|
(chorus)
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And the
|
moon and the
|
stars are the same
|
ones you
|
see,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
-
|
A7
|
It's the
|
same old sun you see up
|
in the s
|
ky
|
,
|
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And your
|
voice in my
|
ear is like hea
|
ven to
|
me,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
Like the
|
breezes here in
|
old Shangha
|
i,
|
(verse 2)
|
There are lovers who walk hand in
hand in the park,
|
And lovers who walk alone,
|
There are lovers who lie unafraid
in the dark,
|
And lovers who long for home,
|
Oh, I couldn't leave you even if I
wanted to,
|
You're in my dreams and always
near,
|
And especially when I sing the
songs I wrote for you,
|
|
You are in my heart and living
there,
|
(chorus)
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And the
|
moon and the
|
stars are the same
|
ones you
|
see,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
-
|
A7
|
It's the
|
same old sun you see up
|
in the s
|
ky
|
,
|
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And your
|
voice in my
|
ear is like hea
|
ven to
|
me,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
Like the
|
breezes here in
|
old Shangha
|
i,
|
(bridge)
|
|
Em7
|
F#m
|
Bm
|
G
|
A7
|
-
|
D
|
|
Shanghai breezes
|
cool and clea
|
ring ev
|
ening's sweet ca
|
res
|
s,
|
|
|
Em7
|
F#m
|
D
|
G
|
Em7
|
A7
|
|
Shanghai breezes
|
soft and ge
|
ntle r
|
emind me of
|
your tende
|
rness,
|
(chorus)
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And the
|
moon and the
|
stars are the same
|
ones you
|
see,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
-
|
A7
|
It's the
|
same old sun you see up
|
in the s
|
ky
|
,
|
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And your
|
voice in my
|
ear is like hea
|
ven to
|
me,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
Like the
|
breezes here in
|
old Shangha
|
i,
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And the
|
moon and the
|
stars are the same
|
ones you
|
see,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
-
|
A7
|
It's the
|
same old sun you see up
|
in the s
|
ky
|
,
|
|
|
D
|
G
|
D
|
Bm
|
And your
|
voice in my
|
ear is like hea
|
ven to
|
me,
|
|
Em7
|
A7
|
D
|
Like the
|
breezes here in
|
old Shangha
|
i,
|
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