Camille - Le festin

^DThe dreams of l^Bm7overs are lik^Eme a good wine^{A7 Em}They give joyous o^A7r saddeni^F#m7ng signs ^{Bm7 A D}Weakened by h^D/C#unger, I'm^D/C unhappy ^{B Em}Stealing i^A7n any way^F#m7 I see ^{B G}Because nothing^A in life is fre^De

^DHope is a dish e^Bm7aten too qu^Emickly ^{A7 Em}But, I'm used ^A7to skipp^F#m7ing meals^Bm7, usu^Aally ^DA lonely thie^D/C#f is sad to ^D/Cfeed ^{B Em}In such a bi^A7tter gam^F#m7e, I can't ^Bsucceed ^GFor, nothing in^A life is^A7 free

^DNobody's^D/C# gonna t^D/Cell me ^{G Em}That the race to t^A7he stars, it^Em is way too fa^A7r ^DLet me fill you w^D/C#ith wonder, Lem^D/Cme take the flig^Ght ^EmThe feast shall start to^A7night...

^EmThe feast can final^A7ly s^A7/F#tart... ^DSo take away ^Bm7the bottles,^Em Take away ^A7the woe ^EmI set the tab^A7les for m^F#m7y tomorrow. ^{Bm7 A D}I'm happy wit^D/C#h the idea of ^D/Ca new destiny^B! ^EmA life spent i^A7n hiding, ^F#m7I'm finally ^Bfree ^GA feast is he^Are for^A7 me ^{D D/C# D/C G}

^EmA life spent ^A7in hiding, ^F#m7I'm finally^B free ^Dm7A feast is^Dmaj7 here for^A7 me ^{D Dmaj7}