Sara Bareilles - Winter song

^AmBum bum bum bum ^Gbum bum ^Cbum bum ^CBum bum ^Gbum bum ^Fbum bum ^FBum bum b^Cum bum b^Amum bum

^AmThis is my win^Gter song ^Cto you ^CThe storm is comi^Amng s^Foon ^FIt rolls in ^Cfrom the^Am sea ^AmMy voice a bea^Gcon in the ^Cnight ^CMy words will ^Ambe your ^Flight ^FTo carry ^Cyou to ^Amme

Is love a^Flive? Is love a^Glive? Is love^C..^Am.

^AmThey say that things ^Gjust cannot ^Cgrow ^CBeneath the w^Aminter ^Fsnow ^FOr so I ^Chave been ^Amtold ^AmThey say were bu^Gried ^Cfar ^CJust like a ^Amdistant ^Fstar ^FI simply ^Ccannot ^Amhold

Is love a^Flive? Is love a^Glive? Is love a^Clive? ^Am

This ^Eis my^F winter^G song. ^AmDecem^Eber never^F felt so^G wrong ^AmCause you're ^Enot where^F you belong ^FIns^Amide ^Gmy ^Carms

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^AmI still believe in^G summer^C days ^CThe seasons a^Amlways ^Fchange ^FAnd life will ^Cfind a ^Amway

^AmIll be your har^Gvester of ^Clight ^CAnd send it ^Amout ^Ftonight ^FSo we can ^Cstart ^Amagain

Is love a^Flive? Is love a^Glive? Is love a^Clive? ^Am

This ^Eis my ^Fwinter s^Gong ^AmDecem^Eber never^F felt so^G wrong ^AmCause you're ^Enot where ^Fyou belong ^FInsi^Amde ^Gmy ^Carms

^AmThis is my win^Gter song to^C you. ^CThe storm is com^Aming s^Foon ^FIt rolls in f^Crom the ^Amsea

^AmMy love a beac^Gon in the^C night ^CMy words will ^Ambe your l^Fight ^FTo carry you to ^Gme

Is love a^Clive? Is love a^Flive? Is love a^Amlive? Is love a^Glive? Is love a^Clive? Is love a^Flive? Is love a^Amlive? Is love a^Glive? Is love a^Clive? Is love a^Flive? Is love a^Clive? Is love a^Glive? Is love a^Clive?