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B E
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum bum ba da da da da dum
B E
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum bum ba da da da da dum
B E
Love is, is a train that's calling me home to you
B E
And my heart is but a thread that's keeping me sewn to you, to you
B E
You oo hoohoohoohoo hoo hoo hoo
F#
So tie this happy heart down to the sleeve
B
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum
F#
And watch as shifting tides steal you from me
B
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum
E B E
And if my hands are cold it doesn't mean im growing old
E B E
Cause these hands are molds and they need your love to hold
E B E
And if my hands are cold it doesn't mean im growing
B E
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum bum ba da da da da dum
B E
Love is, is a flame that's drawing me close, to you
B E
But my heart, isn't working like it's supposed to do, to do.
B E
You oo hoohoohoohoo hoo hoo hoo
F#
So tie this happy heart down to the sleeve
B
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum
F#
And watch as shifting tides steal you from me
B
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum
E B E
And if my hands are cold it doesn't mean im growing old
E B E
Cause these hands are molds and they need your love to hold
E B E
And if my hands are cold it doesn't mean im growing
B E
Old woowoowooo
B E
Old woowoowooo
E
Woowoowooo
B E
B E
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum bum ba da da da da dum
B E
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum bum ba da da da da dum
B E
Bum ba da da da da dum dum dum badum bum badum bum ba da da da da dum
E B E
And if my hands are cold it doesn't mean im growing old
E B E
Cause these hands are molds and they need your love to hold
E B E
And if my hands are cold it doesn't mean im growing
B E
Old woowoowooo
B E
Old woowoowooo
B E
Old woowoowooo
E B
woowoowooo
