Sarah Brightman - Winter in july

^EWe can live a life ^Fthat's never satisfied G#/Ab m F Lonely hearts troubled minds ^ELooking for a way ^Fthat we can never find G#/Ab m F Many roads are ahead of us ^EWith choices to be ^Fmade G#/Ab m F But life's just one of the games we play ^EThere is no special ^Fway G#/Ab m F Make the best of what's given you Everything will ^Ecome in ^Ftime G#/Ab m F Why deny yourself Don't just let life ^Epass you ^Fby F slide to G#/Ab m 4x Like winter in July

^EWhen you find yourself still ^Fliving in the past G#/Ab m F Keep moving on to higher ground ^ELooking for the way you ^Fthought could not be found G#/Ab m F We may not know the reason why ^EWe're born into this ^Fworld G#/Ab m F Where a man only lives to die His^E story left un^Ftold G#/Ab m F Make the best of what's given you Everything will ^Ecome in ^Ftime G#/Ab m F Why deny yourself Don't just let life ^Epass you ^Fby F slide to G#/Ab m 4x Like winter in July

We're ^Eborn into this ^Fworld G#/Ab m F Where a man only live to die And his ^Estory left un^Ftold G#/Ab m F So make the best of what's given you Everything will ^Ecome in ^Ftime G#/Ab m F Why deny yourself Don't just let life ^Epass you ^Fby F slide to G#/Ab m and fade Like winter in July