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18 Till I Die

  • Автор: Adams Bryan
  • Текст песни:
    } Intro & Verse 1:
    
    B B G# F# B F# E B E E E E E E
    
    (The above notes are the finger positions of the first and the 
    second strings)
    
                    E       A                        
       I wanna be young the rest of my life;
        E                   A
       Never say no, try anything twice.
                 E               A  
      ’Til the angels come and ask me to fly,
                 E           A   
       Gonna be 18 till I  die
      
       18 ’til I die!
     
    
    Verse 2:
    
      E                       A                D
        Can’t live forever,  that’s wishful thinkin’.
      E                        A                   D
        Whoever said that      must have been drinkin’.
      E                        A              
       Don’t wanna grow up.  I don’t see why.
             G                          A
           I couldn’t care less if time flies by.
      
    
    
    Chorus:
    
      D         G              D        A
      18 ’til I die, gonna be 18 ’til I die. 
               D                  G
      Yeah, it sure feels good to be alive,
      D                        A
      Someday I’ll be 18 going on 55.
      D         G       A
      18 ’til I die.
    
    
    Verse 3: (same as verse 1)
    
      Anyway, I just wanna say
      Why bother with what happened yesterday?
      It’s not my style, I live for the minute;
      If ya wanna stay young, get both feet in it.
      18 ’til I die.
    
    
    Verse 4: (same as verse 2)
      A little bit of this, a little bit of that;
      A little bit of everything, gotta get on track.
      It’s not how you look, it’s what ya feel inside
      I don’t care when, I don’t need to know why.
    
    
    Chorus:(same as before-different ending)
     
        D         G             A   
     ...18 ’til I die.  There’s one thing for sure,
    
        I’m sure gonna try.
    
    * Then you play the chorus again without words(instrumental)...
      D    G    Em     A    D    G    Em     A
      
    ENDING:
        
      Yeah don’t worry about the future, forget about the past; 
      We’re gonna have a ball, yeah, we’re gonna have a blast.
      Gonna make it last.     Hey,            yeah.
    
    Tabbed by Chandan,India.
    send comments and corrections to 
    chandan_rj@indiatimes.com
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