Intro:
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Verse 1:
  C
Ramona come closer
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Shut softly your watery eyes
    G7
The pangs of your sadness
     G7                       | C | Csus4 | C | C   |
Will pass as your senses will rise
    F
The flowers of the city
       F                          | G | % | G6 | G7 |
Though breathlike get deathlike at times
            G7
And there’s no use in tryin’
   G7
To deal with the dyin’
         G7                     | C | C   |
Though I cannot explain that in lines

Interlude:
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   | G | G6 | G7 | % |
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Verse 2:
     C
Your cracked country lips
  C
I still wish to kiss
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As to be by the strength of your skin
     G7
Your magnetic movements
      G7                     | C | % | % | C   |
Still captures the minutes I’m in
       F
But it grieves my heart, love
   F
To see you tryin’ to be a part of
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a world that just don’t exist
     G7
It’s all just a dream, babe
  G7
a vacuum, a scheme, babe
     G7                         | C | % | C   | C | % |
That sucks you into feelin’ like this

Verse 3:
      C
I can see that your head
         C
Has been twisted and fed
     C                       | G | % | G6 | G7 |
With worthless foam from the mouth
      G7
I can tell you are torn
        G7
Between stayin’ and returnin’
G6          | C | Csus4 | C | C   |
Back to the South
            F
You’ve been fooled into thinking
         F                  | G | % | % | % |
That the finishin’ end is at hand
               G
Yet there’s no one to beat you
   G
No one to defeat you
          G6              G7          | C | C   | C | C   | C | C   |
’Cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

Verse 4:
               C
I’ve heard you say many times
            C
That you’re better than no one
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And no one is better than you
       G7
If you really believe that
    G7                      G6      G         | C | C   | C | C   |
You know you got nothing to win and nothing to lose
     F
From fixtures and forces and friends
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Your sorrow does stem
     G
That hype you and type you
G
Making you feel
         G6       G7       | C | % | % | % |
That you gotta be just like them

Verse 5:
       C
I’d forever talk to you
    C
But soon my words
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They would turn into a meaningless ring
    G7
For deep in my heart
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I know there's no help I can bring
F
Everything passes everything changes
     F                           | G | % | G6 | G7 |
Just do what you think you should do
    G7
And someday maybe who knows, baby
     G7                    C
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you

Coda:
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