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F#m7And should the rain fall after thHis C#sus4It'll leave no colouC#r on the thF#m7ings I miss D7MThe clouds are empty now insEide of me D7MAnd in a way somehow I am frC#m7ee
Another mountain there to climb But I won't look back just to see where I turned blind Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings This is my goodbye to this little thing
Well, it tF#m7akes no colour by the wHinter snow TC#7akes no light where the sF#m7unshine flows Takes no damage by the stones I throw Takes no distance out of this lonely road
Has no taste of the wine that's flowed Takes no colour of green where the spring explodes Takes no red where leaves fill the road
And it hC#7as no face, got no face that I know
And should the rain fall after this It'll leave no colour on the things I miss Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings This is my goodbye to this little thing