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(D)Empty (A)arms that long for (D)you,
And they (A)wait, dear just for (D)you,
And these (G)arms will stay this (D)way,
'till you re(A)turn to them some(D)day.
Each lonely (G)night,
When I go to (D)bed,
I hold the (A)pillow,
Where you laid your (D)head,
Empty (A)arms but not for (D)long,
Cause my (A)wife is coming (D)home,
And when she (G)walks through that (D)door,
These empty (A)arms I'll have no (D)more,
These empty (A)arms I'll have no (D)more.
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