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SHE'S NOT THE SAME

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  _    Ah the  _      _     living ain't   easy_ _ _ _ 
  _      With  _      _      all of these_   false_  _     _      _ e_-mo_-tions_
  _      Too  _        little d  evo_-tion_ _         _      _   and I'm tired_ of just_
  Being a _      _ _       _lone_    she's   no-ot t _        _ he same_
S _       he's a   son of a _     _ _        gun_  she's a   red_ hot_  _      _ _ flame_
She   lights_ t _        _     _        he_ sun_  and conjures   up the_  _            _ _  rai-ai-ain_
 
 
  _      Like  _   _        any good gam  _ -bler_ _ _ _ 
  _    I was  _       _    chained to a   wis_-hing_ _      _ _   well_
      I  _    _       _         keep wishing_  in vain  __    but  _      _ listen friend_
  Don't_  _     _    _       look_ now_  she's   right b _      _    _ ehind_ you_
  Looking f _        _    _    or some_-one_  to   take her i _      _ _ nside_
It   thrills_ h _      _ _      er so_  it's a   rainbow_  _          _ _  ri-i-ide_
 
 
  _    I'm a  _      _   little un_  -easy_ _ _ _ 
  _    And there  _     _     ain't much_   pride_  _      _    _ inside_  me_
  _    She don't  _        _        know how it hurts  _ and  _    _       _ I'm_ telling you_
  It's t _         _     _ _       oo_ late_  now_    she's   no-ot t _        _ he same_
S _       he's a   red_ hot_  _     _ _        kid_  she's a_    cryi _         _ _ | ng shame_       _      _ _ |        _      _ _ | 
 
 
  _    Any _     _      time_ is the   right_  _    _ _ time_
      To  _      _      _      get on_  with a_ new  __  tomor_ _    _ -row_
      But  _       _     _    I could never let_   yester _       _ day_ go-o_
And w _        hen the   falling_  _     _ _ rain_      makes_ m _      _ _ e sad_
She   comes_ t _     _ _      o me_  in the   dreams_ I _        _ 've had_
I _      n the   morning_  _       _ _       light_  in the   dead of_  _           _  ni-i-ight_
 
 
  _    Ah_ the  _      _         loving ain't_ ea  _ -sy_ _ _ _ 
  _    I_  _       _       let it_ get the   best of_ _    _ _   me_
  _    She don't  _        _        know how it hurts  __  and I'm  _       _ telling you_
It's   too late_  _     _  _          now_  she don't   talk no_  _      _  more_
S _         he don't   make_ m _        _ _        e_ feel_  like she   di-id_ bef _      _ _ ore_
There's   too much_  _     _    _        wait_ and too much_    give a _        _ _ nd take_
 
 
  _    I'm a  _      _      little un_-ea  _-sy_ _ _ _ 
  _    And there  _          _       ain't much_  pride  __  inside_ _    _   me_
  _    She don't  _        _        know how it hurts  _ and  _    _       _ I'm_ telling you_
It's   too_ late_  _     _ _        now_    she's   no-ot t _        _ _ he same_
It's   too_ late_  _     _ _        now_    she's   no-ot t _        _ _ he same_
 
 
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