The Rare Occasions - La mort
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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
[Verse 3]
GIf time was asBmleep and the stEmars were awEbake
GWould you stilBml make that oneEm fateful miEbstake?
GAll of the thiBmngs I have seenEm in the pasEbt
GWere nothing sBmo special, wereEm not meant Ebto last
[Verse 2]
WGide-eyed and rBmestless and dulEmy prolongedEb
GChaque fois quBme la mort pleurEme je ris deEb ma tombe
GLost in a visiBmon and found byEm the sea Eb
GShameless devoBmtion don't meanEm much to meEb
N.C.
Supper's on the stove, darlingGPlease let me down 'cause I'm lBmost in the sound I don't knGow
GI tried and I tried but I can'tBm get it right anymore G
GShapeless convictions have founBmd me and swept me away G
GNow that you're gone I see no sBmense in having to stay G