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F G Em Am
rainy nights in march making you amazed
Em Am F Am
singing songs of angel fights and silver travelling days
F G C
making all my life sound like a lark
F G
trying to sing my heart out
F G
trying to make a start (now won't you)
C F G C
hang a rising moon on this sinking heart of mine
F C G(run)
and meet my willful sadness to it's rest
F G C F
roll me o'er an ocean where the days ride deep below me
C F G C
something that was mine will be mine again
G "run"
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sitting here beside you 'till it's far too late to leave
pretending nothing's on my mind and nothing's up my sleeve
but feeling i could very nearly touch you
should i take you without warning
stay until the morning (comes oh)
talking's not so easy, and singing's just not fair
it puts you in a woman's soul to wonder how you got there
i guess i'll just take all the time i need
and i'll kiss you when i know you
find a way to show you (you can)
Em F G C
something that was mine will be mine again
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