A D if the stack is high against... A and the hammers... A D and the time thatīs yours... A in your hands.... F Oh, my sentimental.... E A D the fast must reach an end A one dayC One day F where I didnīt die a thousand times Em where I could satisfy this life of mine one C day F where every hour could be a joy to me Em and live a life its meant to be one C day..... (repeat and fade)C One day F when I didnt die a thousand times Em C where I could satisfy this life of mine one small day C One day F where every hour could a joy to me and Em C live a life the way itīs meant to be one small day A D Lying face down on the cold stone......
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