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E                B          A               E 
'Twas in another lifetime   One of toil and blood 
                     B            A 
When blackness was a virtue   The road was full of mud 
E                  B              A 
I came in from the wilderness   A creature void of form 
E                B              A                E 
Come in she said I'll give ya   Shelter from the storm
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E                  B           A            E 
And if I pass this way again   You can rest assured 
                  B                 A 
I'll always do my best for her   On that I give my word 
     E                   B                      A 
In a world of steel-eyed death and men  Who are fighting to be warm 
E                B              A                E 
Come in she said I'll give ya   Shelter from the storm 
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E                B                          A           E 
Not a word was spoke between us   There was little risk involved 
              B                        A 
Everything up to that point   Had been left unresolved 
E             B                     A 
Try imagining a place    Where it's always safe and warm 
E                B              A                E 
Come in she said I'll give ya   Shelter from the storm
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E                     B           A             E 
I was burned out from exhaustion  Buried in the hail 
                B            A 
Poisoned in the bushes   And blown out on the trail 
E             B            A 
Hunted like a crocodile    Ravaged in the corn  
E                B              A                E 
Come in she said I'll give ya   Shelter from the storm
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E          B                   A                E 
Suddenly I turned around   And she was standing there 
                      B                  A 
With silver bracelets on her wrists  And flowers in her hair 
E                      B               A 
She walked up to me so gracefully  And took my crown of thorns 
E                B              A                E 
Come in she said I'll give ya   Shelter from the storm
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E                    B         A                      E 
Now there's a wall between us  somethin' there's been lost 
                    B        A 
I took too much for granted got my signals crossed 
E                     B              A 
Just to think that it all began on a long forgotten morn 
E                      B        A                E 
Come in she said  I'll give you shelter from the storm
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E                        B                  A              E 
Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount 
                   B                  A 
But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts 
E                B             A 
And the one-eyed undertaker he blows a futile horn 
E                      B        A                E 
Come in she said  I'll give you shelter from the storm
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E                  B              A               E 
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove 
                 B            A 
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love 
E                    B                   A 
Do I understand your question then is it hopeless and forlorn 
E                      B        A                E 
Come in she said  I'll give you shelter from the storm
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E                   B        A                   E 
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes 
                   B               A 
I bargained for salvation and they gave me a lethal dose 
E               B             A 
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn 
E                      B        A                E 
Come in she said  I'll give you shelter from the storm
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E                    B                       A                  E 
Well I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line 
               B             A 
Beauty walks a razor's edge someday I'll make it mine 
E                    B                      A 
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born 
E                      B        A                E 
Come in she said  I'll give you shelter from the storm
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