Seasons

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I always thought that winter 
       D
was for lovers
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Cuz when else is a body's 
     D
warmth so warm
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But underneath my clothes your 
A        D         G
hands are fre-e-e-eezing
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But I don't say a word

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But maybe it's the spring that 
       D
is for lovers
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Cuz that is when the leaves come 
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out and bloom
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And all the light of every 
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lengthening da-ay
      A             D
That still ends too soon

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But now I know that summer is for 
  D
lovers
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Cuz when else will we find the 
A      D
time to leave
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We'll lay beneath a field and 
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watch our lo-o-ove growin
      A              D
And swayin in the trees

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But maybe its the fall that is 
     D
for lovers
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Cuz that is when the leaves get 
      A      D
tired of bein'
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Green and all the colours 
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change to o-o-others
         A          D
That are very rarely seen
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