Close To You

Dm
I'll be honest, I wasn't devastated
Dm                       Am
But you could've held my hands through this, baby
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Let my mind run underneath warm jets
Dm
I run my hands through what's left
Dm
But we're getting older, baby
Dm
Don’t have much longer baby
Dm
Why am I preaching?
Dm
To this choir, to this atheist
Dm
Just like mine, versions of these belong to you
Dm
After a while
Dm
They're keeping me close to you
Dm
(Just like me, they long to be
Close to you)