Chords for Healing - Deans December

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It's that small mustard seed, _ sown with all her noble gain.
It's the matter of my fame, stinging up the world with her pain.
It comes down the aisle, here and _ hereafter.
The innocent _ _ laugh, _ _ _ these will turn green. _
Take me there, take me there.
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_ _ Oh, _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ I [E] am _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ here.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] Yes, yes, _ _ yeah.
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_ _ Lord, _ I [D]
come taking _ care. _ _
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These [A] will turn a whole new land into your world.
The passion's high, _ the reap of fruit.
Sweetness of bread, _ _ love's reason. _
_ _ Sound of homily, _ holding _ hands in unity. _ _
You can close your eyes tonight.
I still believe love never.
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_ hey, _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ oh, _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ baby.
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_ _ Hey, _ _ _ [F#m] _
_ yeah.
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_ One _ hand [D] is getting little.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Every drop of gold rain, _ drives away the seed pain.
_ _ It's the shame in stupid hands _ _ that drop the eel _ in this alien land. _ _ _ _
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