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Maybe an ocean is found in a lake.
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Maybe exceptions to this could be made.
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But I’m swimming Lord, just to be saved
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She always loved him, but not in the way,
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The way she’s supposed to, but she never claimed to.
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Oh she’s swimming Lord, just to be saved
AbEb
Young lovers gathering ’round, they
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Hold their hands on Sundays
AbEb
Someday they'll get down on the ground
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They’ll get down on the ground for you
AbEb
I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
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And I say that some silly dreams but I can’t come true, oh
AbEb
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Db
I'll get down on the ground for you
Dbm
He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old,
Eb
And the water is cold.
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Bum, bum ba-dum dum
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Bum, bum, bum da-dum dum x3
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I say that some claims are true, some claims are true
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And I say that some silly dreams but I can’t come true, oh
AbEb
Someday I’ll get down on the ground
Db
I'll get down on the ground for you
Dbm
He’s getting old, he’s getting old, he’s getting old,
He’s getting old, he’s getting old,
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Because variables lurk in the wine
EbAb
Because the bed’s warm and it’s cold out and that’s a good sign.
CmBbm
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
EbAb
Because the dust you kick up is too fine.
AbFmCm
Because variables lurk in the wine
EbAb
Because the bed’s warm and it’s cold out and that’s a good sign.
CmBbm
It’s never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again.
EbAb
Because the dust you kick up is too fine.
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