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day
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only
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thing
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ting
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kill
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ay
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member
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every
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thing
Am
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have I bec
F
ome?
C
My
sweetest f
G
riend
Am
Everyone
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F
now
goes a
C
way
in the
G
end
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you
could have it
F
all
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dirt
Am
I
will let you d
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own
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urt
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C
wear
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of
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thorns
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C
pon
my
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liar’s
Am
chair
C
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t
Am
houghts
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cann
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ot
rep
Am
air
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neath
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stains
of t
Am
ime
the f
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eeling
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disapp
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ears
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lse
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am s
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till
right he
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re
Am
What
have I bec
F
ome?
C
My
sweetest f
G
riend
Am
Everyone
I k
F
now
goes a
C
way
in the
G
end
And
Am
you
could have it
F
all
G
My
empire of
G
dirt
Am
I
will let you d
F
own
G
I
will make you h
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urt
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Am
I could start a
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gain
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million
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G
way
Am
I
would keep my
F
self
G
I
would find a way