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The finger picking pattern is up to you to figure out. |
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I don't know how to explain it well enough. |
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That's the key, though. |
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Let your ears teach your fingers |
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Just like they taught your tongue how to talk |
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A little bird come sit upon my window sill. |
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He sat there all thru the fallin' rain |
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As I watched that little bird upon my window sill |
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I saw my thoughts of you go by again |
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CHORUS: A picture of my face on the pane |
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Is it tears |
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I see or is it rain? |
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I remember how we talked before we said goodbye |
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Too young to know the world outside our door |
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We laughed and said our love was free |
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Like birds that fly the wind |
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Till the rain today made me think of you once more |
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I've no regrets about the past |
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I see how young we were |
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When the world was love and time was but a thought |
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Many things go many ways and many times but once |
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Till our lives are past and that love is but a thought |
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CHORUS As my thoughts go tumblin' back |
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I wonder how you look |
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I wonder if you've seen that little bird |
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I wonder if he's sat upon your window sill |
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I wonder if you'll ever hear these words |
