'cause if I hear it all again, maybe then
I can clear the sunshine from my head
and go back to bed
whisper in my ear that I'm almost what you wanted
the sweetest melody; guaranteed to leave me haunted
a promise to prepare, for every whim and care
a knot inside a string, a useless waste of things
(B - Bmaj7 - Amaj7 - G [F#])
Remind me to keep working on this, please.
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