Chords for Lone Palm

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_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] My garden is filled [B] with papayas and mangos.
[F#] My life is a mixture [B] of reggae and [E] tango.
Taste for the good [B] life, I can't live it no [F#] other way.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] While out on the beach [B] there are two empty chairs [E] that say,
more than the people [B] who ever sit there.
[E] From under my lawn [B] palm I can look out [F#] on the day.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Where [B] no bird [F#] flies [B] by my [E] window, [B] no ship [F#] is tied [B] to my tree.
[E] Love is a way of building [B] to a crescendo.
[F#] Ride if you will, _ ride [E] it with me.
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[B] _ _ [F#] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] I knew this girl [B] made of memories and phrases,
[F#] who lived her whole life in [B] both chapters and stages.
[E] Dance till the dawn, [B] wished all her [F#] worries away.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Well she wasn't crazy, [B] no she wasn't mad.
She [E] just wanted a father [B] that she'd never had.
[E] From under my lawn [B] palm I think about [F#] her today.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Where no [B] bird [F#] flies by [B] my [E] window, no [F#] ship is tied to [B] my tree.
[E] Love is a way of [B] building to a crescendo.
[F#] Ride if you will, _ ride it [B] with me.
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_ _ _ _ _ [G#m] We sailed from the port of _ [B] indecision.
Young _ _ _ _ [G#m] _ and wild with oh so [B] much to learn.
_ _ _ _ _ [A] Days turned [E] into years [F#] as we tried to fool [G#m] our fears.
But [E] to the port of _ [F#] indecision I [B] return. _
_ _ _ _ [F#] My gardens were filled with [B] papayas and [F#] mangoes.
My life is a [B] mixture of jingles and [E] jangles.
Come Christmas wind, [B] blow all [F#] my worries away. _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] Where [B] no bird [F#] flies [B] by my [E] window, no [B] ship [F#] is tied to [B] my [E] tree.
Love is a way of building [B] to a crescendo.
[F#] Ride if you will, _ ride [B] it with me. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#] Sing if you will, _ sing [E] to the [B] sea.
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From [B] my _ [E] _ _ [B] oceans [F#] and [B] my sea.
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