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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Sad Lisa}
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[by=Cat Stevens,cov=tea-for-the-tillerman]
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\cover
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\gtab{Mim}{022000}
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\gtab{Ré}{XX0232}
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\gtab{Do}{X32010}
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\gtab{La}{X02220}
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\gtab{Si}{2:X02220}
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\beginverse
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She \[Mim]hangs her head and \[Ré]cries in my \[Do]shirt,
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\[Ré] She must be \[Mim]hurt very \[Ré]bad\[Sol]ly.
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Tell me what's \[Ré]making you \[Mim]sad\[La]ly?
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\[Mim]Open your \[La]door, don't \[Ré]hide in the \[Do]dark,
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You're \[Ré]lost in the \[Mim]dark, you can \[Ré]trust \[Sol]me
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'cause you know that's \[Ré]how it must \[Mim La]be.
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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\[Mim]Lisa, Li\[La]sa, sad \[Si]Lisa, Li\[Mim]sa.
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Her eyes like windows tricklin' rain,
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Upon her pain getting deeper.
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Though my love wants to relieve her.
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She walks alone from wall to wall,
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Lost in a hall, she can't hear me,
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Though I know she likes to be near me.
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\endverse
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\lilypond{Sad_Lisa}
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\beginverse
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She sits in a corner by the door.
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There must be more I can tell her,
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If she really wants me to help her,
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I'll do what I can to show her the way.
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And maybe one day I will free her,
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Though I know no one can see her.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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