Wild Wood
by Paul Weller
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Am High tide, midAm9afternoon, Dm7 People fly by Dm7b5, and the Am traffics boom Am Going, just where you're Am9 blowing, Dm7 Getting to where Dm7b5, you should be Am going Don't let, them get you down, Making you feel, guilty about. Golden Rain, will bring you riches, Of the good things, you deserve and now.... Climbing, forever trying, Find your way out,fof the wild wild wood. Now there's no justice, If only yourself, now you can trust in... |
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and I say High tide, mid-afternoon, People fly by, and the traffics boom Going, just where you're blowing, Getting to where, you should be going Day by day, your world fades away, Waiting to feel, all the dreams that say. Golden Rain will bring you riches, Of the good things, you deserve and now Climbing, forever trying, Find your way out, of the wild wild wood. Said you're gonna find you way out, of the wild wild wood. |