Summer Of 7

>Intro:  [A] [F#m] [D] [A]
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>[A]                                   [F#m]
>In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind
>[D]                                      [A]
>No sound but the beat of her heart and mine
>    [A]                                          [F#m]
>The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first
>kiss
>[D]                                [A]
>And my first step was a headlong dive
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>           [E]                            [A]                [D]
>I couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly
>          [A]           [E]           [D]
>And I was born in the summer of '75
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>[A]                                      [F#m]
>In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know
>[D]                                         [A]
>Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold
>[A]                                      [F#m]
>As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes
>[D]                                    [A]
>And knew I'd always have her hand to hold
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>    [E]                                      [A]             [D]
>Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside
>          [A]           [E]           [D]
>The way I felt in the summer of '75
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>    [E]                              [D]            [A]
>Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away
>    [F#m]                 [A]
>The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold
>   [E]                             [D]               [A]
>So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine
>  [F#m]           [D]                [E]
>I reach for the warmest thing to hold
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>[A] [F#m] [D] [A]
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>[A]                                      [F#m]
>A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time
>           [D]                               [A]
>And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine
>    [A]                               [F#m]
>And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she's still there
>[D]                                  [A]
>And the dream I had is still by my side
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>        [E]                                [A]                   [D]
>I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night
>           [A]           [E]           [D]
>That I was born in the summer of '75
>            [A]           [E]           [D]
>Yeah, I was born in the summer of '75
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