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Em Am D Em Im tired of telling the story tired of telling it your way Yeh I know what I saw I know that I found the floor I thought I had a dream to hold maybe that has gone Your hands reach out and touch me still but this feels so wrong A E C B Before you take my heart reconsider, Ive opened the door Em Am C B Em Here comes the summers son he burns my skin, I ache again Im over you Here comes the winters rain to cleanse my skin, I wake again Im over you
Written by Eddie Campbell/Robert Hodgens/Johnny McElhone/Sharleen Spiteri
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