C I wake up you're getting old I've been dreaming about mountains And you've been dreaming about goldF And if I ever make it home, oh if I ever make it homeC My key won't open the door Well I've been thinking about selling off every shirt I ownF To stand naked out here in the cold Just trying to make it out on my own chorusC Well oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to meAm Oh my god it still means a lot to meC Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to meAm Oh my god it still means a lot to meC - C - Am - Am - C - C - Am - Am verse 2C Well a pretty girl said to me, "You've got to take all the little pieces and Put them in one big boxF And just throw away the key And don't you ever show it to me"C Said I've made that mistake before And came home to find my life just spilled out on the floorF She said she was trying to make some room for more, just trying to make some room for more chorusC Well oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to meAm Oh my god it still means a lot to meC Oh my god it still means a lot to me Oh my god it still means a lot to meAm Oh my god it still means a lot to meC - C - Am - Am - C - C - Am - Am
Oh My God It Still Means Alot To Me
The Wooden Sky
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