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| Dm7/ | Am | G | /// | |
| I'm looking t | hru you | Where did you g | o |
| C/ | F | Dm7 | Am | G | /// | Am | |
| I th | ought I k | new you | What did I kn | ow | ? |
| F | C | /Dm7 | G | /// | |
| You dont look d | ifferent But | you | have cha | nge | d |
| C/ | F | Dm7 | F7 | C | /// | |
| I'm lo | oking t | hru you | Youre not the | s | ame |
| Dm7/ | Am/ | G | /// | |
| Your lips are | moving | I cannot he | ar |
| C/ | F | Dm7// | Am | G | /// | Am | |
| Your vo | ice is s | oothing | But the words arent cle | ar |
| F | C | Dm7 | G | /// | |
| You dont sound | different I've le | arnt t | he game |
| C/ | F | Dm7 | F7 | C | /// | //// | |
| Im loo | king th | ru you | Youre not the sa | me |
| F | C | //// | |
| Why, Tell me why did you not tre | at me right |
| F | C | /G7 | |
| Love has a nasty habit of dis | appearing | overnight |
| C/ | F | Dm7// | Am | G | /// | C | |
| Youre t | hinking | of me | The same old wa | y |
| F | /Dm7 | /// | Am | G/// | |
| You w | ere a | bove m | e | But not today |
| Am/ | F | C | Dm7 | G/// | C | |
| The only d | ifference Is | youre | down | there |
| F | Dm7/ | F7/ | C/// | |
| Im lo | oking t | hru you | and youre nowh | ere |
| From: Harlan L Thompson |
| I'M LOOKING THROUGH YOU- The Beatles |
| G | D | G | D | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | Am7 | Em | D | |
| I'm lo | oking thr | ough you, | where did you g | o? |
| G | C | Am7 | Em | D | |
| I thou | ght I k | new you, w | hat did I k | now? |
| Em | D | C | G | C | D | |
| You don't look di | ffer | ent, but y | ou ha | ve cha | nged |
| G | C | Am7 | C7 | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| I'm loo | king thr | ough you, | you're not the sa | me |
| Your lips are moving, I cannot hear |
| Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear |
| You don't sound differnt, I've learned the game |
| I'm looking through you, you're not the same |
| CHORUS: |
| C | G | |
| W | hy, tell me why, did you not tr | eat me right? |
| C | Dsus4 | D | |
| Love has a nasty habit of disa | ppearing ove | rnight |
| You're thinking of me, the same old way |
| You were above me, but not today |
| The only difference is you're down there |
| I'm looking through you, any other way |
| FIRST VERSE, CHORUS |
| G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | G | C | |
| Ye | ah | !, Well, b | aby you've change | d, | a | h, | I'm looking th | rough yo | u |
| (from Rubber Soul, 1965) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |