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Tono: D

Introducción:

D                         G                      A  
  I spent a long time watering
          D                                            Bm  
A plant made out of plastic
                     E                                                    A                            D  
  And I curse the ground for growing green
D                      G                         A                            F#                                    Bm  
I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic
                     E                                                 A                      D  
  And I curse my tongue for being mean
             Em                                                      Bm  
  And weightless, breathless restitute
  Em                                      Bm  
  Motionless and absolute
          Em                            Bm                                         E                                 F#  
  He cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound
             Em                                 Bm  
  Now fifty thousand war cadets
                  Em                              Bm  
  Would cower at this small brunette
          Em                                      Bm  
  To my surprise, not six feet high
                  F#  
  Would reach and grab the moon if I
                     Bm                         F#  
  Should ask or just imply
                                                                     B  
  That I wanted a bit more light
                                G  
  So I could look inside his eyes
                                  Gm  
  And get the colors just right
  D                                            G                      D    Bb    Gm  
  Just right, just right, just
 Dm    Bb    Gm    Dm    Bb    Gm)  
 Dm    Bb    Gm    Dm    Bb    Gm)  
 Dm    Bb    Gm    Dm    Bb    Gm)  
 Dm    Bb    Gm    Dm    Bb    Gm    Dm)  
                  Gm                                                      A7  
  Build love, build God, build provinces
                  Dm  
  Build calluses, break promises
                     Gm                                 A7                                            Dm  
  'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it
                             Gm                                                            A7  
  What am I thinking? What does this mean?
                                        Dm                      F  
  How could somebody ever love me?
     G                                                                                            A  
  Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news comin'