C Back into that falling night the birches and the silhouettesF C The haunted plain sweet Lord, here I am againC F You flower through my nails and skin moving like the sunlight in the alleywayF But in this life we won't meet againC F You flower through my nails and skin moving like the sunlight in the alleywayF C But in this life we won't meet again
- C
- F
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Tom: