
		Pack Up Your Sorrows

		N<C>o use crying, tal<F>king to a stranger,
		N<C>aming the sorrows you've s<G>een.<G7>
		T<C>oo many sad times, t<F>oo many bad times,
		A<C>nd nobody kn<G7>ows what you m<C>ean.

Chorus:		<C>Ah, but if somehow you could p<F>ack up your sorrows,
		<C>And give them all to <G>me,
		Y<C>ou would lose them, I<F> know how to use them,
		G<C>ive them <G7>all to <C>me.

		No use rambling, walking in the shadows,
		Trailing a wandering star.
		No one beside you, no one to hide you,
		Nobody knows where you are.

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		No use gambling, running in the darkness,
		Looking for a spirit that's free.
		Too many wrong times, too many long times,
		Nobody knows what you see.

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		No use roaming, lying by the roadside,
		Seeking a satisfied mind.
		Too many highways, too many byways,
		And nobody's walking behind.

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