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E | A | |
The news is | out all over | town |
E | B7 | |
That youve been | seen a | runnin round |
E | A | |
I know that | I should leave but | then |
E | B7 | E | |
I just cant | go you | win a | gain. |
A | E | |
This heart of | mine could never | see |
B7 | |
What everybody knew but | me |
E | A | |
Just trusting | you was my great | sin |
E | B7 | E | |
What can I | do you | win a | gain. |
E | A | |
I’m | sorry for your victim | now |
E | B7 | |
cause soon his | head like mine will | bow |
E | A | |
Hell give his | heart but all in | vain |
E | B7 | E | |
And someday | say you | win a | gain. |
A | E | |
You have no | heart you have no | shame |
B7 | |
You take true love and give the | blame |
E | A | |
I guess that | I should not com | plain |
E | B7 | E | |
I love you | still you | win a | gain. |