The Life We Could Have Had

Dm
Dm                        Am C
Oh, tell me this isn't true
Dm                       A C
Oh, is this really the end?

Dm                                Am
And as all the leaves rustle above us
Dm  Bb             Dm     C
And as all the dirt covers our skin
    Dm             C
Rest your head onto my chest
     F    Bb                      C
I'll tell you stories of the life we could have had
Dm

Dm                           Am
We danced bare-footed in the grass
   Bb              C
We read big, heavy books and we would smile
         Dm
Our only drug was love
Am  Bb                              C
And boy did we get high, oh, how we smoked each other up

Dm
And as all the leaves rustle above us
Bb                         C
And as all the dark covers our skin
          Dm
Rest your head onto my chest
     F    Bb                 C                  Dm
I'll tell you stories of the life we could have had

Dm                       C
Oh, my love, my one true friend
Dm                     Am C
Oh, is this really the end?
   Dm                      Am
We worked hard and we made lots of money
            Bb                         Am
And when we had enough to be happy, we gave the rest away
          Dm
We didn't complain much
        C         Am
We were good with what we had
Bb              C
Oh, how we were happy

    Dm                               Am
And as all the leaves rustle above us
    Bb                     C
And as all the cold buries our bones
          Dm
Rest your head onto my chest
     F                       C                  Bb
I'll tell you stories of the life we could have had

Bb                            D    Dm
We traveled to lands and then beyond
                           Bb
Found ourselves a boat and sailed into the sun
                C
Oh, how we were happy
                          Bb Dm
In the life we could have had
C A  Bb Dm C A
Had, had, had

          Dm           F
Rest your head onto my chest
              Bb             C                   Dm
I'll tell you stories of the dream we could have lived
                            Bb
Of the places we could have seen
       C                    Dm
Of the things we could have done
                 Am    Bb       C
Of the people we could have been

    Dm                     Am
Now every word is a whisper
Bb                   C
And every sound is a song
    Dm                         Am
And as all the leaves rustle above us
           Bb
There's no moving on
Am          F  Dm
This is the end

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