March 17

Intro: Dm F C G (4x)

Dm                       F       
It doesn't matter if your pot of 
       C               G
gold is empty
Dm                    F          
And if you're out of luck and out
       C               G
 of friends
F                           C
And if every day seems a mistake
                   G
And you can see no changes
                        C       G
But they will come some day

Dm              F            C  
March 17 will rise again and we 
                  G
all know how this story ends
Dm                              F
Now we'll break the rules and no 
            C          G
one else is safe

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Dm                        F      
It doesn't matter if your 
       C               G
horseshoe is damn rusty
Dm                   F           
And if everything is dark and 
            C          G
there ain't no green
F                                 
Today all those things are such a 
C
foolish
                G                  
We can dance in dublin and wake up 
     C               G
in here


F
April was a month that we can leave 
behind
C
And maybe may brought no better tide
G
In june i was so sad i can't 
describe
F
I guess the same shit came in july
C
August was a so fucked up month
G
September i felt so alone
C
October i wrote depressive songs
G
November i screamed turn it up!
F
December santa stood at home
C
January ain't no white crow
G
February i was so doped i thought it
 would be the end of my world