Passin Me By chords

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_ _ _ _ _ I used to support a stag when I went to school.
I carried lunch in a bag with an apple for my teacher,.
cause I knew I could have kids who always got mad when the class was Dm dismissed.
But when it was a session, I always had a Ab question.
I would raise my hand to make the stag come through my chest,.
can't help me with my problems, it was never much.
Just to A fix the spelling, I tried to N speak a touch.
Oh wow, I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug.
She was married to the man, he was a thug, his name was Lee.
He drove his thing, he picked her up from school, probably at 3 o'clock.
I was on her dock, dancing genie, I wrote graffiti on the block.
First I write her name, then carve a block with my name last.
Mom said, look, she laughs, I seen her yesterday, but still I Eb had to let her pass.
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She gets up and she smiles.
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Fm She gets Db up and she smiles.
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F She gets up and she smiles.
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Ab She gets up E and she Bb smiles.
When I dream of Ab fairy tales, I think N of me and Shelly.
My type of hype when I can't stand when brothers tell me.
that I should quit chasing and look for something better.
But the Eb smile that she shows makes me Fm a go-getter.
I haven't gone as far as asking Bb if I could get with her.
I just Db play love by ear and hope F she gets to meet ya.
I'm shooting for her heart, got my N finger on the trigger.
She could be my broad and I can be her.
All I can do is say, back as kids we used to kiss when we played through the day.
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edumacated, not at all Bb overrated.
I think I need a prayer to get in a mood Fm and it looks rather dry.
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a Bbm twinkle in her eye.
Although she's crazy deaf and I'll try and stop the stride.
because I won't have no more of this passive vibe.
Trying to be the voice, my opinion can be fixed and if she didn't have me.
strung like a chicken chasing my tail like a doggy.
She was kind of like a star, singing I was like a fan.
Damn, she looked good.
Downside, she had a man, N he was a Rudy suit, a Nick and Pooh.
She told me, soon you'll let the birdies on the father coop.
She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand my letter past.
I proved B to be a better man.
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_ _ _ E _ Bbm _ _ F She Fm gives the best, B it's me.
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_ _ _ there she goes again, the dope is Ethiopian.
And now the world around me is moving in slow motion whenever she happens to walk by.
Why does the apple of my eye overlook any of this regal, my feelings no matter how much I try.
Wait, no, what if nothing to consume my little princess with persistence.
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence from a distance.
I designed her, secretly admired her, wired Bb her, unled her, together.
And then went, my dear, F my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.
Now let me tell Fm you about the feelings I feel for you when I cry or make some sort of attempt.
I said, damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp.
Because then I would let you know that I love you so and if I was your man then I would be Gb true.
The only line I Eb would do is send a baby.
Because Bb I had to tell him someone who loves you dearly.
He has loved me tender.
The latter came back three days later, returned to Abm sender.
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