Misc Your Songs - Brendan odonnel - life goes on

^CSince the day you left out, I catch ^Fmyself often thinking ^AmWouldn’t it be ^Gnice, if we ^Cfelt only love oh what a ^Fsweet sensation ^AmEvery day and every ^Gnight, maybe, ^CLife goes on just the ^Eway that it dose, but ^AmYou can’t say that’s ^Ggood enough ^CSince the day you left out, I catch ^Fmyself often drinking ^AmWhiskey has its ^Gcharms ^CNight life is nice as a ^FCasanova, ^Ambut I need you right here in my ^Garms, baby ^CLife goes on just the ^Eway that it dose, but ^AmYou can’t say I’ve ^Ggiven up ^EIn the morning, lavish ^Amlife aside there’s pain inside ^EConstant scorning of the ^Amlove I now call ^Gsuicide