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A I get this feelBming every F#myear, the first dDays of winter
A Pull out that box Bmof souveF#mnirs to read your Dold letters
A In the stack of BmmemoriesF#m, found a note you lDeft for me
A It almost feels lBmike you're sF#mtill here D
I hEear your voice in Bmevery word
You tEold me to remeDmber
A Take each dEay and make it Bmlast
'Cause you F#mturn around and the fDuture is the past
A Here and nEow is all we hBmave
The beF#mginning and the eDnd mean so lBmittle
What F#mmatters most is whDat's in the middle
ABmF#mD
A Makes me smile wBmhen I look F#mback to eDvery summer
A You forget your birthBmday and just lF#maugh; you say "It's jDust a number"
A But Sunday aftBmernoonsF#m, they meant so mDuch to you
The sAimple things were Bmgolden
You found F#mbeauty in Devery moment
ATake each dayE and make it laBmst
'Cause you F#mturn around and the fDuture is the past
A Here and nEow is all we hBmave
The beF#mginning and the eDnd mean so lBmittle
What F#mmatters most is whDat's in the middle
ABm
AD
The dEay you're born is jBmust a start
Your lEast breath is a queBmstion mark
The stEory of your lBmife is F#min the in Dbetween
A Take each daEy and make it lBmast
'Cause you F#mturn around and the fDuture is the past
A Here and nEow is all we hBmave D
A Take each dEay and make it Bmlast
'Cause you F#mturn around and the fDuture is the past
A Here and nEow is all we hBmave
The beF#mginning and the eDnd mean so lBmittle
What F#mmatters most is whDat's in the middle
A Bm F#m WhDat's in the middAle Bm F#m D A
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