Bm
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D
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Take |
me to the |
docks, |
|
G
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Gadd9
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|
There’s a |
ship |
without a |
name |
there |
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Bm
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|
D
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|
G
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Gadd9
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And it is |
sail |
ing to the |
midd |
le of the |
sea. |
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Bm
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|
D
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|
The |
wat |
er there is |
dee |
per |
|
G
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Gadd9
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|
Than |
anyt |
hing you’ve |
ever |
seen. |
Bm
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|
D
|
|
G
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Gadd9
|
Jump |
right in and |
swim |
until you’re |
free. |
|
Em
|
G
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|
D
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|
A
|
I |
will |
re |
mem |
ber your |
face, |
|
Em
|
|
G
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|
D
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|
A
|
’Cause |
I |
am |
still |
in |
love |
with that |
place, |
|
Em
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|
G
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|
D
|
|
A
|
But |
when |
the |
stars |
are the |
only |
things we |
share, |
|
Em
|
|
G
|
D
|
A
|
Will you be |
the |
re? |
|
|
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Bm
|
|
D
|
Mone |
y came like |
rain |
|
G
|
|
Gadd9
|
|
To your |
hands |
while you were |
wait |
ing |
|
Bm
|
|
D
|
|
G
|
Gadd9
|
for that |
cold |
long |
prom |
ise to app |
ear. |
|
Bm
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|
D
|
|
Peop |
le in the |
churc |
hes |
|
G
|
|
Gadd9
|
started |
sing |
ing above their |
hands. |
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Bm
|
|
D
|
|
They say, “ |
My |
God is a |
good |
God |
Em
|
G
|
|
D
|
|
A
|
I |
will |
re |
mem |
ber your |
face, |
|
Em
|
|
G
|
|
D
|
|
A
|
’Cause |
I |
am |
still |
in |
love |
with that |
place, |
|
Em
|
|
G
|
|
D
|
|
A
|
But |
when |
the |
stars |
are the |
only |
things we |
share, |
|
Em
|
|
G
|
D
|
A
|
Will you be |
the |
re? |
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|
|
|
Em
|
|
G
|
D
|
𝄆
|
|
I’ve got a |
plan, |
|
|
A
|
|
Em
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I’ve got an |
atlas |
in my han |
ds. |
|
A
|
|
|
When I listen to the |
less |
ons I’ve learned. |
𝄇
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