Flying Chords by Sean Rowe

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[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ There was [A] a time I could not cry, but that [F#m] has left me now.
For seven [D] years I could not dream, but [E] now that's done.
There [A] were songs I could not sing, [F#m] words I could not know.
Oh, but [D] they found me on a bridge and they [E] broke my heart.
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[A] _ _ There was a way I used to talk I [F#m] cannot recognize.
And [D] now my language cannot give me [E] what I need.
And [A] I tore it from [C#] my Bible [D] and I kept it from [F#m] my God.
[A] I would not lose to junkies [D] on the street.
_ [A] It hit [C#m] me so hard I could not [A] see that shock was only meant for me.
And [F#m] all the faces that I knew, they [E] were lying.
When [C#m] the hard road went [D] back to sand, [E] and with the [A] wheels still in my hand,
I [C#m] built a highway [D] out of dust, and [E] I was flying.
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[E] _ _ _ [A] was a way I used to talk I [F#m] cannot recognize.
And [D] now my language cannot give me [E] what I need.
And [A] I tore it from [C#] my Bible and [D] I kept it from [F#m] my God.
[A] I would not lose to junkies [D] on the street.
[A] It hit [F#m] me so hard I could [D] not see that [A] shock was only meant for me.
And all [F#m] the faces that [D] I knew, they [E] were lying.
When [F#m] the hard road went [D] back to sand, [E] and with the [A] wheels still in my hand,
I [F#m] built a highway [D] out of dust, and I [E] was flying.
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[D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [F#m] _ _ _