/ Intro /
When you ask me to sing, it feels like my heart would burst with pride
And I look at your face and tears come to my eyes
All that's harsh and wrong in my life melts into one sweet song
And my love spreads wings like a glad bird flying over the road
/ INSTRUMENTAL – harmonica /
I know you take pleasure in my singing
And I know that only when I sing do you hear me
Cuz then I touch things I can' t touch, I touch parts of you I can't really touch
And then drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call you my friend
La la la...
We're here to play you songs
In this room we have a corner seat
In your world we have no work to do
Our life is just to sit and play songs with no purpose
/ INSTRUMENTAL – accordion /
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| C | C (x6)
| Am G | C (x7)
| Am G | C (x2)
| Am G | C (x2)
| Am G | C (x2)
| Am G | C (x2)
| Am G | C (x4)
| Am G | C
| Am G | C
| Am G | C
| Am G | C
| Am G | C (x2)
| Am G | C (x2)
| Am G | C (x4)
| Am G | C
| Am G | C
| Am G | C
| Am G | C
| Am G | C (x4)
| C | C (x8)
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