Standard (EADGBE)

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Isn't life strange, a turn of the page?

 Can read like before, can we ask for more?

 Each day passes by, how hard man will try

 The sea will not wait;

 You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you were;

 and here we are

Isn't love strange, a word we arrange?

 With no thought or care, maker of despair

 Each breath that we breathe, with love we must weave

 To make us as one;

 You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you were;

 when we were young

Isn't life strange, a turn of the page?

 A book without light, unless with love we write

 To throw it away, to lose just a day

 The quicksand of time;

 You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you were

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you were

Wished I could be in your heart,

To be one with your love

Wished I could be in your eyes,

looking back where you were