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| nbsp;ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ |
| There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you. |
| G | D | |
| There's a kind of h | unger that can eat you up. |
| G | D | |
| There's a cold an | d darker side of the moonlight. |
| A7 | D | |
| And there's a lonely s | ide of love |
| Chorus: |
| G | A7 | D | |
| With you here, bab | y I am strong. No sig | n of weakness. |
| G | A7 | D | |
| With you gone, | baby I am hanging by a th | read. |
| Verse: |
| G | D | |
| There'sa certain | kind of pain that can numb you. |
| G | D | |
| There's a type of fr | eedom that can tie you down. |
| G | D | |
| Sometimes | the unexplained can define you. |
| A7 | D | |
| And sometimes th | e silence is the only sound. |
| Chorus 2 times |
| ÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊÊ |