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quinta-feira, março 03, 2005

Times Like These - Jack Johnson

Times Like These - Jack Johnson

(B)

(A E)

in times like these
in times like those
what will be will be
and so it goes
and it always goes on and on
and on and on it goes

(F# B)

and theres always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
and heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
but then hurt from time to

(A E)

times like these
and times like those
what will be will be
and so it goes

(F# B)

and there will always be stop and go and fast and slow
action, reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones
those for peace and those for war
and god bless these ones not those ones
but these ones made

(A E)

times like these
and times like those
what will be will be
and so it goes
and it always goes on and on
and on and on it goes

(F# B)

but somehow i know it wont be the same
somehow i know itll never be the same