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This is pop music
We are writing a recording of pop music
This is pop music
This is pop music
We are writing a recording of pop music
AmGF
Like I was climbing up a hill
AmGF
The hill was covered in daffodils
AmGF
The trees were full of forgotten kites
AmGF
The skylarks sing in the morning light, morning light
AmGF
We're looking down across the bay
AmGF
The last sandcastle has washed away
AmGF
The salt air burning within our lungs
AmGF
The shadows long for the setting sun, setting sun
FG
And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Am
Like we just pressed rewind
FG
And it feels like we went back in time
Am
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind
AmG
Stop, don't do it
F
Stop, don't do it to me
AmG
Just stop, don't do it
F
Don't wake me up from my dream
AmG
And stop, don't do it
F
Stop, don't do it to me
AmGF
Don't tell the others, the others, the brothers, the lovers
Don't wake me up
AmGF
I wish that I could split in two
AmGF
My better half would stay here with you
AmGF
Naming the flowers and counting waves
AmGF
Like castaways in the dying days, dying days
FG
And it feels like we just pressed rewind
Am
Like we just pressed rewind
FG
And it feels like we went back in time
Am
Like we just pressed rewind, pressed rewind
AmG
Stop, don't do it
F
Stop, don't do it to me
AmG
Just stop, don't do it
F
Don't wake me up from my dream
AmG
And stop, don't do it
F
Stop, don't do it to me
AmGF
Don't tell the others, the others, the brothers, the lovers
Don't wake me up
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.