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E B A B .
E B A B .
Verse
E AWell, here it is, the middle of December
BAt the end of a sultry day
E ABut the tree still shines in the window
BAnd there's a fire in the fireplace
Chorus
AAnd the birds still turn and take wing
E BThey fly for warmer climes
E AAin't it something? All the little patterns
B EThat lead us home through our lives?
E A B E .
Verse
E AFlag me down in your time of trouble
BCall me up and share your woes
E AAnd we'll try to find some understanding
BBefore you go
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AWhose fire rains down upon you?
E BWhose conscience fills the air?
E AAin't it something? All the little patterns?
B EBut love is real, it's everywhere
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E A B E .
E A B E .
Chorus
AAnd the birds still turn and take wing
E BThey fly for warmer climes
E AAin't it something? All the little patterns
B EThat lead us home through our lives?
Post-Chorus
E AAren't they something? All those little patterns
B EThat lead us home through our lives?
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