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Stuart Pendrill

The Curly Haired Folker From Dover


Rest of your life


I (C)need to feel alive again, (F)need to live my life again
I (C)need to be free, from these chains that bind (G)me
(C)Work is the curse of man, but (F)what could be worse than
(C)Wishing your life away, at the (G)end of your days.

(C7)And (F)if you lived your life again, (C)over and over again
Would you do the same things, that made you what you(G) are?
You (F)cant turn back the time, but you can(C) change(Em) your life to(Am)morrow
And (C)tomorrow is always the (G)rest of your(C) life

Time waits for no man; it marches on and on again
Passing all before it, as it charges on its way
I must make some time for me, not just for part of me
Then I can put so much more, in the pot they call life

Chorus

I know I`ll be gone someday, I know we all go that way
We must make the most, of our hours and of our days
Now precious jewels and diamond rings in life just dont mean a thing
When youve seen the golden sunrise, on fine summers day

Chorus X 2

Stuart Pendrill

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