{t:Fool (If you think it's over)}
{st:Chris Rea}

[Am]A dying fl[D]ame
[Bm]you're free [Em]again
[Am7]who could [D]love
[G]and do that to you.

[Am7]All dressed in b[D]lack
[Bm]he won't be com[Em]ing back.
[Am7]Save your [D]tears
[Esus4]you've got years and ye[E7]ars.

[Am7]The pains of se[D]venteens
[Bm]unreal, they're on[Em]ly dreams.
[Am7]Save your cryi[D]ng
for the [Esus4]day.[E7]

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[Am7]Fool, if you think it's [D]over,
[G]'cos you said goodb[Em]ye.
[Am7]Fool, if you think it's [D]over,
I'll tell you [Esus4]why.[E7]
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[Am7]New born eyes always [D]cry with pain
at the [G]first look at the morning [Em]sun
[Am7]Fool, if you think it's [D]over,
it's just be[Esus4]gun.[E7]

[Am]Miss teenage [D]dream
[Bm]Such a tragic s[Em]cene
[Am7]he knocked your [D]crown
[G]and ran away.

[Am7]First wound of p[D]ride
[Bm]but how you cri[Em]ed and cried
[Am7]but save your [D]tears
[Esus4]you've years and [E7]years.

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