Reference: If you don't figure this one out, you're hopeless! :-)
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C FMaj7 G E7
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When I was born and taken home all snuggled close and warm
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Am Dm Dsus4 G
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I didn't know at all that there were defects in my form
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C Dm E7 Am
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The years and all they brought to me have left their marks behind
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Dm C G C
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But if someone can love me still I'm sure that I won't mind
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Dm C E7 Am
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I can only wish someone will know just how I feel
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F C G C
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And love me when I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
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I've often heard the stories of the ones that love made real
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And often I have thought that I would someday learn to feel
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I sit here only watching at the borders of my life
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And the fear of never being loved has pierced me like a knife
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I can only wish someone will know just how I feel
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And love me when I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
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Now someone special in my life has made my wish occur
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In spite of my misshapen form and shabby worn-out fur
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I know that I am loved each time I see that someone's eyes
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They tell me I am real in ways that nothing can disguise
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And I have got my wish for someone who knows just how I feel
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He's loved me, though I'm shabby, quite enough to make me real
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Now all you ladies worried 'cause your shape is not quite true
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And all you men with loved-off fur and scalp that's showing through
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And all you minds with failing seams and fear where all can see
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Take heart from this true lesson from a worn-out shabby me
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And I can only hope that someone will know just how you feel
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And love you, though you're shabby, quite enough to make you real
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Velveteen
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| Kathy Mar |
