Аккорды Matt Flinders - Picking Up Pebbles

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Look at the kids on the sandy shore
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  Watching the tide come in
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I used to do the same sweet things
G7                 C
 What pleasures it did bring

[Chorus 1]
C                                         G7
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
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Watching the white surf carry them on back to me
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Now it's all over I've grown up it don't seem the same
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The things in my childhood I know were all just a game

[Bridge]
C                    G7
To sit in my bed and watch the stars
F       G7     C
High up in the sky
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To say my prayers then off to sleep
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And then to wave them goodbye

[Chorus 2]
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Wouldn't it be nice if clocks could be turned back in years?
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Just to relive the good times and all of those tears
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Oh but it brings joy to see them looking so gay
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How I wish I could go back to my childhood days

[Verse 2]
C                       F
Look at the kids on the sandy shore
G7                  C
  Watching the tide come in
                 F
I used to do the same sweet things
G7             C
 What pleasure it did bring

[Chorus 1]
C                                    G7
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
                                      C
Watching the white surf carry them on back to me
                                         G7
Now it's all over I've grown up it don't seem the same
                                           C
The dreams of my childhood I know were all just a game

[Outro]
C                                             G7
Picking up pebbles and throwing them into the sea
                                       C
Watching the white surf carry them all back to me