Capo 3 

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I was taken with a younger thing 
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Known to me as Rosie Shy 
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She had bells of brass to ring-a-ding 
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And danced to please your eyes 
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It seems like lovely Rosie Shy 
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She shrank from my caress 
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I think I'm dying from Rosie Shy 
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Cause my heart can't get no rest 
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No my heart can't get no rest 
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And I can't find grace 
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In the human face today. 


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Reborn with a baby ear 
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I'm singing with Rosie Shy 
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Far away she looks so real 
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But up close she looks so high 
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I had a dream about Rosie Shy 
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And my dream did come true 
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And every step away from Rosie Shy 
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That's a terrible thing to do 
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A terrible thing to do 
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And I can't find grace 
         E          A 
In the human face today. 

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Sunny breakfast, in the Winter time 
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Coffee with Rosie Shy 
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To play or not was on her mind 
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But to love was in her eyes 
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And where was I with Rosie Shy 
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And was I ever on her mind 
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And if I can't have my Rosie Shy 
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Then I'd choose to remain blind 
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Yes, I'd choose to remain blind 
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And refuse to find grace 
         E          A 
In the human face today. 


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Is there such a thing as all the time 
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Even when it's Rosie Shy? 
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And even lyrics that cannot rhyme 
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They often do apply 
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I wish the visions of Rosie Shy 
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Would come back like my dreams 
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Well, maybe they just signify 
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A talking, nothing thing 
     D               A 
A talking, nothing thing 
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And I can't find grace 
         E          A 
In the human face today.