Tom: Bb
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Telephone, but I can't dial it
Hands are shakin'
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I'll have to file it away
What I was wantin' to say
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I love you, you'd think I could say it
Though it's true
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I can't even pray it at night
Just never comes out right
C
But when I sing about you
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Every word is at my command
D
My guitar comes alive in my hand
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When I sing about you
C
When I sing about you
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Every note seems to be right on key
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Oh, it all sounds so right to me
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When I sing about you
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I wrote it down, but I can't send it
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It's all wrong, so I'll have to mend it again
How many times has it been?
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I love you, think I could show it
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Though it's true, you'll never know that I care
It really doesn't seem fair
C
But when I sing about you
G
Every word is at my command
D
My guitar comes alive in my hand
G
When I sing about you
C
When I sing about you
G
Every note seems to be right on key
D
Oh, it all sounds so right to me
G
When I sing about you
D
Oh, it all sounds so right to me
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When I sing about you
