Lucy Spraggan - It doesnt feel like christmas

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I woke up ^Galone, and ^Cadd9thought about y^Gou I heard the ^Em7snow fall off ^Cadd9the roo^Gf And I remember those ^Gnights, every ^Cadd9whisky and r^Gye That came with ^Em7every ^Cadd9year that I k^Gnew you

And its ^Cadd9days like these on Christmas Eve, ben^Death the mistletoe When I ^Gmiss you and the way you held my ^Cadd9hand I smell ^Cadd9tobacco smoke on your, leather coat, the ^Done you said you loved the most And strai^Gght away I'm back with you ^Cadd9again But it ^Cadd9doesn’t feel like Christmas time a^Gt all ^Cadd9 It d^Em7oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time a^Gt all ^Cadd9 It d^Em7oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time It d^Cadd9oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time a^Gt all

We danced until ^Gdawn, round the ^Cadd9red wine s^Gtain And it’s breaking m^Em7y heart to think we'll neve^Cadd9r dance a^Ggain And I still d^Gream, about the ^Cadd9colours you w^Gore They were the ^Em7only g^Cadd9ift you b^Gought

And I ^Cadd9miss these nights, these Christmas nights, ben^Death the mistletoe When I ^Gmiss you and the way you held my ^Cadd9hand But it ^Cadd9doesn’t feel like Christmas time at^G all ^Cadd9 It ^Em7doesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time at all ^{G Cadd9} It d^Em7oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time It d^Cadd9oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time

When the ^GNew Year comes calling, I'll ^Cadd9think of your ^Dface And the ^Gway that you looked on our ^Cadd9last new year’^Ds day I am c^Em7ounting the days till I ^Cadd9change but I s^Dtill feel the s^Game When the ^Glast of your footprints have ^Cadd9melted aw^Day I will ^Gwalk where we walked on our ^Cadd9first new year??^D?s day I am ^Em7counting the days till I ^Cadd9change but I ^Dstill feel the ^Gsame

It d^Em7oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time at all ^{G Cadd9} It d^Em7oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time at all ^{G Cadd9} It d^Em7oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time It d^Cadd9oesn’t feel lik^De Christmas time at all ^G