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Where it began, |
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I can’t begin to know when, |
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but then I know it’s growing | stro | ng. |
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Was in the spring, |
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and spring became the summer. |
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Who’d a-believed you’d come a | long.? |
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Han | ds, | touching hands, | reaching out, |
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touching me, touching | you. |
B | E | |
Swe | et Caro | line |
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Good times never seem so | goo | d. |
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I’v | e been in | cli | ned to believe they never | wou | ld. |
E | D#m | C#m | |
Bu | t | now | I |
B | E | |
Look at the night, |
B | |
and it don’t seem so lonely, |
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we fill it up with only | two | . |
E | |
And when I hurt, |
B | |
hurting runs off my shoulders. |
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How can I hurt when holding | yo | u? |
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On | e, | touching one, | reaching out, |
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touching me, touching | you. |
B | E | |
Swe | et Caro | line |
F# | ||
Good times never seem so | goo | d. |
B | E | F# | |||
I’v | e been in | cli | ned to believe they never | wou | ld. |
E | D#m | C#m |
Oh | no, | no. |
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B | E | |
Swe | et Caro | line |
F# | ||
Good times never seem so | goo | d. |
B | E | |
Swe | et Caro | line |
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I believe they never | coul | d. | 𝄇 | Repeat to fade |