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| VERSE 1 |
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| With the | money from her accident |
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| She | bought herself a mobile | home |
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| So at | least she could get some enj | oyment |
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| out of living | alone |
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| No one could | say she was left upon the | shelf |
| A | |
| Its | you and me against the world she mumble to herself |
| CHORUS |
| C* G* D* A* C* G* D* B* |
| C* G* D* A* Bm Bm A |
| When the world falls apart somethings stay in place |
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| Levis Stubbs | tears roll down his | face |
| VERSE 2 |
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| She | ran away from home | in her mother's best | coat |
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| She was | married before she was | even entitled to | vote |
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| And her | husband was one of those | blokes |
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| The sort who | only laughs at his own | jokes |
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| The | sort that a war takes | away |
| A | |
| And when there | wasn't a war he left her anyway |
| CHORUS (omit F#m) |
| BRIDGE |
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| Norman | Whitfield and | Barratt | Strong |
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| Are | here to make | right every | thing that's wrong |
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| Holland and | Holland and Lamont | Dozier | too |
| A (hold) |
| Are here to make it okay with you |
| VERSE 3 |
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| One dark night he | came home from the | sea |
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| And put a | hole in her body, | where no hole should | be |
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| It hurt her | more to see him walking out the | door |
| A | |
| And though they | stiched her back together they left her heart in |
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| pieces on the | floor |
| G | A | Bm | Bm | A | |
| When the | world falls apart | somethings stay in | place |
| G | |
| She takes | off the Four Tops tape |
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| and puts it back in its | case |
| G | A | Bm | Bm | A | |
| When the | world falls apart | somethings stay in | plac | e |
| G | A | Bm | Bm | A | |
| Levis Stubbs | tears |
| Fade on G A Bm A |