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Fadd9    /A       /D    /C    /F     /A
    Her name was written on a photograph, 
/D   /C   /F     /A      /D   /C     /Bb        /D /C
          Right next to her red, sunburnt face, 
It all had happened in that long tall grass, 
About a mile from her old place, 
G#add9            Bb6
I can't remember how it started 
C#add9            Eb6            Fadd9
And if it lasted that day in the sun. 

We said that we were going to study hard, 
We held our books instead of hands, 
She held a blanket over cans of beer, 
I can't deny I was so full of fear. 

It's just another story caught up 
In another photograph I found. 
And it seems like another person lived that life A great many years ago from now, 
                         G#/Bb            Eb    Ebsus4 Ebsus2 Eb
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life, 
               G#/Bb                           Eb    Ebsus4 Ebsus2 Eb
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time. 
                         G#/Bb            Eb    Ebsus4 Ebsus2 Eb
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life, 
              G#/Bb                              Fadd9
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time. 

And there's the first time that I tried that stuff, 
I think I look a little green, 
I remember throwing up behind a bush, 
And I found it hard to use my feet, 
And who's that easily led 
Little boy who's really off his head? 

It was the same night that I kissed that girl, 
The tall one with the auburn hair, 
I remember laughing coz to kiss me, 
She had to sit down on a chair! 
She tasted like the schnapps she'd drunk, 
And the cigarette she'd stolen from her mum. 

And it's just another story caught up in another photograph I found. 

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life, 
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time. 
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life, 
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.

            
            
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