D
....
G
....
A7
.....
D
..
D
....
G
....
A7
.....
D
..
All the snow has turned to
G
water,
A7
Christmas days have come and
D
gone.
Broken toys and
G
faded
colours
A7
are
all that's left to linger
D
on.
I hate graveyards and old
G
pawn
shops,
A7
For they always bring me
D
tears.
I can't forgive the way they
G
robbed
me of my
A7
childhood
souve
D
nirs.
A7
Memories,
they can't be
D
boughten.
A7
They
can't be won at carnivals for
D
free.
A7
Well
it took me years to
D
get
those souvenirs,
And i
G
don't
know how they slipped away from
A7
me.
Br
D
oken
hearts and dirty w
G
indows
A7
Make life difficult to
D
see.
That's why last night and this
G
morning
A7
Always look the same to
D
me.
And I hate reading old love
G
letters
A7
For they always bring me
D
tears.
I can't forget the way they
G
robbed
me,
A7
Of my sweetheart's souve
D
nirs.
A7
Memories,
they can't be
D
boughten.
A7
They
can't be won at carnivals for
D
free.
A7
Well
it took me years to
D
get
those souvenirs,
And i
G
don't
know how they slipped away from
A7
me.