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E Amaj7 C#m

1. Many's the time I ran with you down,

The rainy roads of your old town.

Amaj7 C#m

Many the lives we lived in each day,

And buried altogether.

Don't laugh at me,

Don't look away.

R: You'll follow me back,

With the sun in your eyes,

and on your own, bedshaped,

Your legs of stone.

You'll knock on my door,

And up we'll go,

In white light,

I don't think so.

But what do I know? What do I know?

I know...