Eyes of the World chords

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C#m _ E _ Right outside A the _ lazy E summer, _ _ _ Bm _ _ .
A _ _ E you ain't got time A to party, _ so E pretty.
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A _ _ _ Right C#m outside the lazy B beat of winter's time.
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_ _ _ C#m _ Walking with B a nut patch in your D hand, _ wings A flying, _ _ _ E just for _ A you.
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_ C _ _ G Wake up to find C out that you are Am the G eyes of the world.
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C _ _ _ G Your heart has its C peaches, its almonds, and thoughts G of its own.
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C _ _ G _ D Wake now, C discover that you are the soul that the G world can C praise.
_ _ G The heart has its Em.
C seasons, its evenings, and D songs of its own.
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_ _ _ _ E Songs of dream A of peace, love, and E faith.
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Bm _ _ A _ E That follows, quaking, A the chime of the time E of day.
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Bm _ _ A _ The seeds that were F#m.
siloed all C#m burst into bloom B and decay.
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A _ _ _ E The night comes so quiet, A it's close from the wheels E of its fate.
A _ _ C _ _ G Wake up to find C out that you are the eyes of G the world.
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_ C _ _ _ G Your heart has C its peaches, its almonds, and thoughts G of its own.
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_ C _ _ _ D Wake now, C discover that you are the G soul that the world can C praise.
The _ G heart has its C seasons, its evenings, and songs of D its own.
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A _ _ _ _ E Sometimes we live A not together, but E apart.
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Bm _ _ A _ _ E Sometimes we visit A the children E from afar.
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Bm _ _ A _ _ Sometimes we F#m ride a C#m horse, _ _ B _ sometimes A all alone.
_ _ E Sometimes the songs A I hear are the E songs of my heart.
A _ _ C _ _ G Wake up to find C out that you are the G eyes of the world.
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C _ _ _ G Your heart has its C peaches, its almonds, and G thoughts of its own.
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C _ _ _ A _ D Wake now, discover C that you are the soul that the world G can C praise.
_ G The heart has its C seasons, its evenings, and D songs of its own.
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