What I Miss Most akkorde

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   It must have been a year since
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   I was thrown across an ocean far from home
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   And I was making oceans
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   Riding in between the highs and lows

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Woah, when awake in the morning I
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You   is the first on my mind

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Maybe what I miss most
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It wasn't made of steel and stones
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And maybe what I miss most
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It wasn't born of skin and bone
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Under the sun, up on the waves
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Under three climbs when I'm far away
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Maybe what I miss most

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And maybe you'll never know

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And maybe you'll never know

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And maybe you'll never know

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   Life beyond the window
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   I'm jealous of the way the black bird flies
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   Free among the people
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   Those quarter million stories pass me by

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Woah, I awake in the moonlight I
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You   is the last on my mind

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Maybe what I miss most
   Am             G
It wasn't made of steel and stones
    C                 F
And maybe what I miss most
   Am             G
It wasn't born of skin and bone
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Under the sun, up on the waves
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Under three climbs when I'm far away
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Maybe what I miss most

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And maybe you'll never know
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And maybe you'll never know
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And maybe you'll never know

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   I remember on the table
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   All those faces, where did they go?
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   I imagine how it looks like
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   When I'm not there
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   I remember, every summer
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   But now that years are, just a number
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   There's no backroots
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   Time is faster with everything I've left behind

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And maybe what I miss most
   Am             G
It wasn't made of steel and stones
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And maybe what I miss most
   Am             G
It wasn't born of skin and bone
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Cause under the sun, up on the waves
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Under three climbs and I'm far away
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Maybe what I miss most

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And maybe you'll never know
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And maybe you'll never know
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And maybe you'll never know