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BridgeSo wC♯make up, make uF♯p some new song again around the sameA tune. E The waterC♯m cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, F♯ the summer ends; our so-called friend doesnt need youA. E So proceed out theE door and down the street. Decembers F♯ lying near, but in the ovens heat C♯mthis house is now a Ahome. ESixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, F♯dear, that you cannot love me becC♯mause you secretly still love a sAtone. C♯mAlthough I put my lips to your face, A trying to pF♯ush his kiss out of its place, A although myE heart started to racF♯e, now it has slowed, A Ill let it Ego.
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