# From: de4frewe@ITU.LiU.SE (WESTBERG FREDRIK) {t: Too good to be true} {st: Tom Petty} [E] [G] [A] [G] (x4) [E] [G]Her im[A]agina[G]tion ran [E]wild[G] [A] [G] [E] [G]Could this really [A]happ[G]en to [E]me [G] [A] [G] [E] [G]She could barely [A]hold [G]back the [E]tears[G] [A] [G] {c:ref} It was [D]too good to be [A]true It was [D]too good to be [A]true It was [D]too good to be [A]true[B] Everything that she'd waited for Everything that she'd dared to dream Suddenly was outside her door {c:ref} Ther [D]was no talk of [B]giving in And [D]just as hope was [B]wearin thin Her [D]eyse were like a [B]child again Too good to be true [E] [G] [A] [G] [E] [G] [A] [G] Morning on the outskirts of town Sitting in the traffic alone You don't know what it means to be free {c:ref}