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| B | E | |
| Where it began, |
| B | |
| I can’t begin to know when, |
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| but then I know it’s growing | stro | ng. |
| E | |
| Was in the spring, |
| B | |
| 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, |
| F# | |
| 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 | |
| Bu | t | now | I |
| B | E | |
| Look at the night, |
| B | |
| and it don’t seem so lonely, |
| F#7 | B | ||
| we fill it up with only | two | . |
| E | |
| And when I hurt, |
| B | |
| hurting runs off my shoulders. |
| F#7 | ||
| How can I hurt when holding | yo | u? |
| B | B6 | F# | E | |||
| On | e, | touching one, | reaching out, |
| F# | |
| 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 |
| F# | ||||
| I believe they never | coul | d. | 𝄇 | Repeat to fade |