That's What Friends Are For Acordes

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Friends are like music, sometimes they're sad  

Sometimes they're lonely  
                                 D  
And need to be told that they're loved  
E                    B  
Everyone needs to be loved  
                      A        G  
Friends are like good wine and I've had the best  
F#  
Don't always show it  
    F#7                      B        
But no one knows better than I   
   E  
So drink up, I'm a homesick old sailor  
    B  
Who longs for the sound of his own front door  
E  
Tell me your stories, I'll teach you my songs  
          B             A  
And we'll have one more  
G  
Isn't that what friends are for  
F#  
Isn't that what friends are for  
B  
Friends are like warm clothes, in the night air  

Best when they're old  
                                       D   
And we miss them the most when they're gone  
E                               B  
Miss them the most when they're gone  
                            A   
Your friends love your good side  
    G                
And live with your bad  
         F#  
But they want you and need you  
     F#7                     B  
When no one else knows your alive  
   E  
So drink up, I'm a homesick old sailor  
    B  
Who longs for the sound of his own front door  
E  
Tell me your stories, I'll teach you my songs  
          B             A  
And we'll have one more  
G  
Isn't that what friends are for  
F#                              B E  
Isn't that what friends are for  
     
So drink up, I'm a homesick old sailor  
    B  
Who longs for the sound of his own front door  
E  
Tell me your stories, I'll teach you my songs  
          B               
And we'll have one more  
   E  
So drink up, I'm a homesick old sailor  
    B  
Who longs for the sound of his own front door  
E  
Tell me your stories, I'll teach you my songs  
          B               
And we'll have one more  
   E  
So drink up, I'm a homesick old sailor  
    B  
Who longs for the sound of his own front door  
E  
Tell me your stories, I'll teach you my songs  
          B               
And we'll have one more  
   E  
So drink up, I'm a homesick old sailor  
    B  
Who longs for the sound of his own front door  
E  
Tell me your stories, I'll teach you my songs  
          B             A  
And we'll have one more  
G  
Isn't that what friends are for  
F#                              B   
Isn't that what friends are for...