Life Goes On
SundaysVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Build me up, don't get me down
Weather the storm
Well, life goes on
Feelings ebb and flow by hours
You're up in the clouds
and then you sink like a stone
So do you feed yourself with pills?
Hope to deaden your ills
Or are you only one love short
of happiness
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You've left yourself far away
Build me up, don't mop my brow
Weather the storm? No...
Because life goes on
It's my only hope right now
To soar like a bird
and not to sink like a stone
So do you feed yourself with pills?
Oh, to deaden your ills?
Or are you only one love short
Of happiness
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You've left yourself far away
Oh, so do you feed yourself with pills?
To cure you of your ills
Or are you only one love short
Of the happy days to come
And in a picture on the wall
You can't see your face at all
So unti yourself
Because that's all you've got to do
And I can grow a pair of wings
And I can take off flying
There'll be no crying
Up in the air, looking back down
And let me tell you, if I talk about gloom
I don't get out of feeling down
It strips you of yourself
and it splits you from the self that you know...
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Readable chord sheet for Life Goes On by Sundays
[C]Build me up, don't get me d[G]own
Weather the s[Dm]torm
Well, l[F]ife goes on
[C]Feelings ebb and flow by h[G]ours
You're up in the c[Dm]louds
and then you s[F]ink like a stone
So do you f[F]eed yourself with pills?
Hope to d[C]eaden your ills
Or are y[F]ou only one love short
[Am]of happiness
And in a p[F]icture on the wall
No gl[C]immer of yourself at all
You've l[Dm]eft yourself far a[F]way
[C]Build me up, don't mop my b[G]row
Weather the st[Dm]orm? No...
Because li[F]fe goes on
[C]It's my only hope right n[G]ow
To soar like a b[Dm]ird
and not to s[F]ink like a stone
So do you f[F]eed yourself with pills?
Oh, to d[C]eaden your ills?
Or are you only o[F]ne love short
Of h[Am]appiness
And in a p[F]icture on the wall
No gl[C]immer of yourself at all
You've l[Dm]eft yourself far aw[F]ay
[G]
[C] [G] [Dm] [F]
[C] [G] [Dm] [F]
Oh, so do you f[F]eed yourself with pills?
To cure yo[C]u of your ills
Or are you o[F]nly one love short
Of the h[Am]appy days to come
And in a p[F]icture on the wall
You can't s[C]ee your face at all
So u[Dm]nti yourself
Because th[F]at's all you've got to do
And I can gr[F]ow a pair of wings
And I can t[C]ake off flying
There'll be no crying
[F]Up in the air, looking back do[Am]wn
And let me tell you, if I t[F]alk about gloom
I don't get [C]out of feeling down
It str[Dm]ips you of yourself
and it sp[Bb]lits you from the self that you kn[C]ow...