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Version 1 Version 2[Chords] F#m/G E|-3----------------| B|-3----------------| G|------------------| D|------------------| A|------------------| E|-2----------------| [Intro] Am C G F#m/G [Verse 1] Am C G F#m/G She’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning, somewhere at the markets morning eyes, Am C G F#m/G & she is the sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea never left, Am C G F#m/G & I don’t know much about her because I met her at the markets didn’t ask her name, Am C G F#m/G But her eyes were soft & her words were the same, [Chorus] Am C G F#m/G These were things that I, things that I was sure about, Am C G F#m/G These were things where I, things where I felt the same, Am C G F#m/G Now that I’m trying, now that I’m singing softly again, Am C G F#m/G Same way she said thank you when I told her she was beautiful, [Verse 2] Am C G F#m/G She’s the sort of girl you find early in the winter, cold wetsuit in hand and she’s, Am C G F#m/G The sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea it always comes where she goes, Am C G And she is the sort of girl that your father would love, F#m/G your mum would be so proud to show some things, Am C G F#m/G and her eyes were soft & love is the same, [Chorus] Am C G F#m/G These were things that I, things that I was sure about, Am C G F#m/G These were things where I, things where I felt the same, Am C G F#m/G Now that I’m trying, now that I’m singing softly again, Am C G F#m/G Same way she said thank you when I told her she was beautiful, [Verse 3] Am C G F#m/G Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on mine, Am C G F#m/G Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee in the morning light, Am C G F#m/G Warm coffee on lips, warm coffee on your lips warm coffee on mine, Am C G F#m/G & there was something in these thank yous there was something that was beautiful. [Verse 4] Am C G F#m/G She’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning, somewhere at the markets morning eyes, Am C G F#m/G & she is the sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea never left, Am C G F#m/G & I don’t know much about her because I met her at the markets didn’t ask her name, Am C G F#m/G But her eyes were soft & her words were the same,