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Am G I could whip you up like cream F Em I could drink your seven seas Am G F Em Is that too close for comfort? Am G I could make you come in threes F Em I?m half way to my knees Am G F Em Am I too close for comfort? Am G For the tyrants in a rut, I got a love F Em For the gutless dogs, I got a love Am G F Em For the doomed youth, I got a love Am G Won?t you tell me please F Em Why they got no love for me Am G Won?t you tell me please F Em Why they show no love for me Am G I?ll be charging through your dreams F Em Riding bare chest silver steed Am G F Em Am I too close to the bone? Am G Shake a little hup two three F Em I?m Jesus, rip my jeans Am G F Em Am I too close for comfort? Am G For the millionth time, I got a love F Em For the blue eyed boys, I got a love Am G F Em For the cruel youth, I got a love Am G Won?t you tell me please F Em Why they got no love for me Am G Won?t you tell me please F Em Why they show no love for me Am G F Em Won?t you help me get through these Siberian nights? Am G F Em Won?t you help me get through these Siberian nights? Am G F Em You know it?s hard for me to be alone Am G F Em Tomorrow we?ll go back to our sides Am G F Em But tonight I need some warmth
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