Singing Pixie chords by Sherina

SimplifiedA · G · F · Eb · Dm …

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A
G
F
Eb
Dm
Am
C
Dsus4
E
Fdim

Verse 1
A 
G 
Flying into the empty room,
A 
She opens her eyes,
G 
She feels the air suddenly stop rushing,
F 
Eb 
F 
Eb 
She saw pictures in her head.
A 
Of the beam seeping politely
G 
through the four windows,
A 
To a place where the laughter
G 
are as sweet as cherries,
F 
And of the singing drizzle,
Eb 
F 
Eb 
That turns into a shower outside.
G 
The little pixie flutters around as she
Dm 
pours her sugary dust,
That reflects the moonlight
Am 
on the faded crimson bed.
G 
She hums the song of peace,
Dm 
a song only siren could sing.
F 
Her silver wings are made to
C 
fly. Just like yours.
G 
Opening a jar,
Dm 
she frees the sparkly fireflies inside,
Dsus4 
Dm 
Am 
Painting the room     with butterflies.
G 
She brought back the beauty
Dm 
of being happy,
F 
Touch your art of life. Like a
C 
A 
G 
A 
singing pixie.
G 
A 
G 
She flies away through the four window
A 
And left the empty jar,
G 
On the crimson bed.
F 
Eb 
F 
Eb 
A reminder of her serene song.
A 
The empty room,
G 
Went to Neverland,
A 
G 
Leaving behind the singing pixie.
F 
She sang that peace is in
Eb 
F 
C 
Eb 
your wings.
G 
The little pixie flutters around as she
Dm 
pours her sugary dust,
That reflects the moonlight
Am 
on the faded crimson bed.
G 
She hums the song of peace,
Dm 
a song only siren could sing.
F 
Her silver wings are made to
C 
fly. Just like yours.
G 
Opening a jar,
Dm 
she frees the sparkly fireflies inside,
Dsus4 
Dm 
Am 
Painting the room with butterflies.
G 
She brought back the beauty
Dm 
of being happy,
F 
C 
Touch your art of life. Like a singing
F 
E 
F 
pixie.
Am 
G 
F 
E 
F 
Her silver wings are made to
E 
F 
fly. Just like yours.
Am 
G 
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
F 
Her silver wings are made to
Fdim 
E 
fly.   Just like yours.
F 
Touch your art of life. Like a singing pixie.
G 
The little pixie flutters around as she
Dm 
pours her sugary dust,
Dsus4 
Dm 
That reflects   the moonlight
Am 
on the faded crimson bed.
A 
G 
She hums the song of peace,
Dm 
a song only siren could sing.
F 
Her silver wings are made to
C 
fly. Just like yours.
G 
Opening a jar,
Dm 
she frees the sparkly fireflies inside,
Dsus4 
Painting the room with but
Dm 
Am 
terflies.
G 
She brought back the beauty
Dm 
of being happy,
F 
Touch your art of life. Like a
C 
singing pixie.