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G _ _
F _ _ _ _ .
C Summer in a city where the air is still, a baby being born to the old man.
F Who cares what people say?.
You walk down love's mowed
C away, a vision of love wearing locks and gloves and singing hearts and flowers.
F But somewhere in my heart there
E is a star that shines for you.
F Silver fits the roof,
C love goes deep blue.
F Somewhere in my heart there
E is a will to set you free.
F All
Fm you've got to be
C is true.
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Summer in a city in the northern chill, a baby being born to the old man.
F No say, no place to go, a TV, a radio,
C a vision of love wearing locks and gloves and singing hearts and flowers.
F But somewhere in my heart there
E is a star that shines for you.
F Silver fits the roof,
C love goes deep blue.
F Somewhere in my heart there
E is a will to set you free.
F All
Fm you've got to be
C is true.
_ _ .
G _ Who could be what's never been at one?.
Fm And our hearts have been torn since the day we were
E born.
Just like anyone
G# from Westwood to Hollywood.
The one thing that's understood
G is that you can buy time, but you can sell your soul.
And the closest thing to heaven is the rock and your
F soul.
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C _ _ _ _ .
F _ _ _ _
E _ _ _ .
F But somewhere in my heart there
E is a star that shines for you.
F Silver fits the roof,
C love will see you
F through.
Somewhere in my heart there
E is a will to set you free.
F All
Fm you've got to be
C is true.
_ _ .
F Somewhere in my heart there
E is a star that shines for you.
F Silver fits the roof,
C love will see you through.
F Somewhere in my heart there
E is a will to set you free.
F All
Fm you've got to
C be is true.
Silver fits the roof.
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