Intro: D G A (x4)D G A D G A Dreams, inconsistent angel things. Horses bred with star-lacedD G A Bm A G wings. But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly.D G A D G These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town. One goes up andA D G A Bm A G one goes down. And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound. Chorus:Em D G We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly) how it used to beEm D G (I'll stay here, I'll be fine). How it used to be (don't go andEm D let me down), how it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).
We Have Forgotten
Sixpence None The Richer
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