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girls around town
Gb assemble
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A traveler someday come ask
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Abm Where he came from, cause they've
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Ebm him _ Washing his face near
Bbm the pond.
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Bb boy, then they
Fm Gb wonder Where
Abm he came from, he says,
Ebm I _ have _ _
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The world's most beautiful
Bm D places Still I
Abm feel as if I'm a walking _
Ebm machine.
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Gbm Watching
B it all out through a
Bbm screen _ There ain't nothing in between
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Bbm on a hill _ It's an indigo night,
Bb there's a chill _ .
Ab The boy is
Abm confused,
Eb but
Ebm he's still
Eb As they
Ebm gather
Bbm around him.
So many of them, they
Bb all sing About
Abm the pleasures of life.
Ebm And he _ cries, why _
Db can't
Bbm I _ Sing along with
Bb some feeling, or
Abm some meaning.
_ It feels like I've always
Eb been
Ebm blind I don't know why you girls are
Db so kind.
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Bbm there are so many
Bb in life
Fm Whose lives are as lost as
Abm mine.
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Bbm there The smell of
Gb the grass, or maybe the air.
Db There
Abm was no more despair _
Ebm Just _ _ _ something about that
Bbm night.
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Abm And made everything right.
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