Summer Remains Chords & Lyrics - Frank Ocean
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[A]My right hand to God
Left hand holding the [C#m]jewels
And I'm swearing up and [F#m]down
The tide stole my [D]youth
These creases in my brow[A] ain't tan lines
Saltwater swole m[C#m]y eyes (Beachlife)
The sun's burning black and [F#m]blue (On my green eyes)
Too cold this side of [D]June
It ain't natural[A] , right hand in yours
Left hand holding the [C#m]juice
When that jungle flower [F#m]blooms
Better leave it in the [D]ground, don't try to cut it out
These creases in my brow[A] ain't tan lines
Saltwater swole my [C#m]eyes (Beachlife)
The sun's burning black and [F#m]blue (On your green eyes)
Too cold this side of [D]June
It ain't natural[A] , I'll rebel, I'll rebel
But it ain't natural[C#m] , I take care, I take care
It's just not growing [F#m]well, I'm no match for you
It's not hard to [D]tell, This isn't going well
But we're under the [A]palm trees, thinking heaven must be
Somewhere under these [C#m]palm trees, with all the hell we're raising
At least we had the [F#m]palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams
But not even the [D]palm trees, could save us from the flames
Summer remains [A]
Left hand holding the [C#m]jewels
And I'm swearing up and [F#m]down
The tide stole my [D]youth
These creases in my brow[A] ain't tan lines
Saltwater swole m[C#m]y eyes (Beachlife)
The sun's burning black and [F#m]blue (On my green eyes)
Too cold this side of [D]June
It ain't natural[A] , right hand in yours
Left hand holding the [C#m]juice
When that jungle flower [F#m]blooms
Better leave it in the [D]ground, don't try to cut it out
These creases in my brow[A] ain't tan lines
Saltwater swole my [C#m]eyes (Beachlife)
The sun's burning black and [F#m]blue (On your green eyes)
Too cold this side of [D]June
It ain't natural[A] , I'll rebel, I'll rebel
But it ain't natural[C#m] , I take care, I take care
It's just not growing [F#m]well, I'm no match for you
It's not hard to [D]tell, This isn't going well
But we're under the [A]palm trees, thinking heaven must be
Somewhere under these [C#m]palm trees, with all the hell we're raising
At least we had the [F#m]palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams
But not even the [D]palm trees, could save us from the flames
Summer remains [A]
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