The Days Of Being Young And Free

 
              
 
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  C 
 Listen to my heart as it beats for you 
           Am 
 And it's telling you the things that I never could 
           Em                             G 
 And it's laying it down on the line for you 
 
          C 
 And the years are catching up, I can see it on your face 
          Am 
 And the days of being young and free 
                                        Em          G 
 Are left there with the memories that blow in the wind 
 
     F                              Am 
 And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues 
              Em                             G 
 They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too 
     F                              Am 
 And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak 
          Em               G 
 And I can not speak the truth 
 
  
                     C                       Am 
 The days of being young, the days of being free 
                         Em                           F    G 
 They're etched upon my face in every light that you see 
                      C                          Am 
 The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well 
                  Em      F       G     C 
 What I wouldn't give to live it all again 
 
  
       C 
 The years are passing, every single day 
  Am 
 Where did they go? Did you take them all away? 
      Em             G 
 Now I'm older and brave 
 
           C 
 And the children, they all left 
  
 They fled their family nest 
      Am 
 And now we're all alone 
                                        Em        G 
 And the house don't feel like home anymore, anymore 
 
     F                              Am 
 And I can feel it coming when the Monday morning blues 
              Em                             G 
 They last all through the week, I feel it on Sunday too 
     F                              Am 
 And I can feel it coming when my knees feel weak 
          Em               G 
 And I can not speak the truth 
 
  
                     C                       Am 
 The days of being young, the days of being free 
                         Em                           F    G 
 They're etched upon my face in every light that you see 
                      C                          Am 
 The stories I could tell, the lies are told as well 
                  Em      F       G     C 
 What I wouldn't give to live it all again 
 
  
            F                     Am 
 And in my baby's eyes I lived it all again 
       C                F       G 
 The fear, the surprise, everything 
        F                     Am 
 In my baby's eyes I lived it all again 
                  C         F    G 
 And I wouldn't change anything 
        F                     Am 
 In my baby's eyes I lived it all again 
                  C         F    G 
 And I wouldn't change anything 
 
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