Open Tales (To All The Boys I've Loved Before, PS I Still Love You)
380. Open Tales (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before)
D (I) Under the swampy glow
b (vi) With glossy A (V) green, D (I) prairie tide
b (vi) It's where our good- D (I) will painted its b (vi) own D (I)
Instrumental interlude
b (vi) Our clothes held us D (I) tight
b (vi) Closer, closer, you were D (I) close to me
b (vi) When our A (V) hearts D (I) painted their own
Over b (vi) northern hills, our D (I) cryptic tales breed the G (IV) script
D (I) Darling, don't forget our clasp in the stairwell
b (vi) Untouched, A (V) a city D (I) froze
b (vi) We felt the A (V) wind D (I) in our bones
b (vi) That's when we A (V) left our D (I) dreams, we left them alone b (vi) A (V) D (I)
Under b (vi) gleaming A (V) Aprils D (I) our open tales, tell b (vi) our love A (V) story D (I)
Darling, don't forget the words that b (vi) A (V) gave us D (I) breath
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