Hippo Campus - Last snowstorm of the year

When we were ^Gyoung We wanted to ^Bmdie But the sound of a ^B7drum And the words of a ^Cchild ^Ddim Brought a different ^Glight Now no one can ^Bmtell The winter was ^B7nice But the summer is ^Chell ^Ddim The summer is ^Ghell

The ^Em7ground was so ^Ghard ^{Em7 Gmaj7} The ^Em7nights were so ^Glong ^{Em7 Gmaj7} But we ^Em7suffered the ^B7dark And we wrote all those ^Csongs Still ^DdimI was a ^Gfool ^{Em7 Gmaj7} I ^Em7covered my ^Gears ^{Em7 Gmaj7 Em7} No I ^B7would not face the ^Clast snow^Cmstorm of

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the ^Gyear

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No I ^B7would not face the ^Clast snow^Cmstorm

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