D D A GD D A GD DA G green takes the leavesD snow takes the seaA G D it reminded me how awful things can beA G D trying to recall your tiny voiceA G D till the fever breaks it's all that I can hearA G D counting down the numbers of the daysA G D was it the same amount of roses on your graveA G D finally I brought myself to sing these wordsA G D after the snow you can finally seeA G D if you could be the trees I would be your leavesG A D Bm after she died, we decided to believeG A D that her favorite color was probably greenG A D Bm on the day she died, in our hearts we did believeG A D that her favorite color was probably green
March 19Th 1983 It Was Probably Green
Carissa's Wierd
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Tom:
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