Cifras
Some Gardens Green

Tono: A

Introducción:

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Deep within your eyes, I see what hides behind...your smile
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What happened out there to make you so scared as to chase these wicked minds(?)
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How many have come and gone, another brother another son...another passerby
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So many ways to say, lies find their way to the image in your mind.
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It's not all it seems when some gardens green
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Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
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Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
Bm                                    E                                              A                              D  
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
Bm                      G                                 D  
Let it in, let's begin..
Verse
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Saw you sitting there on a boat on a chair, down a river smooth and wide
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On the shore I stare with our people standing there as a mother floats on by
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As the river took her in a storm did begin and blew the sky away
Bm                                    E                         A                              D  
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
Bm                                    E                         A                              D  
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
Bm                                            E                         A                              D  
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
Bm                                    E                                              A                              D  
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
Bm                                      G                 D                      G                         D  
Let it in, let's begin ooh let it in , let's begin
Bridge
Am                                 C                                                 G                            D  
I remember you walking through the park a red star
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Archer pulls his bow and aims for his mark
Verse
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This tapestry we weave black thread and bright string on a loom of tears and time
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The fire all but dead a cold lays round the bed as she whispers all a lie......its all a lie
Bm                                    E                         A                              D  
It's not all it seems when some gardens green
Bm                                      E                         A                              D  
Black thorns are waiting to wound tender hands
Bm                                            E                         A                         D  
Dark fruit they're ripe ones, plump on a vine
Bm                                      E                                            A                              D  
And who dare not pick it will find love as true friends
G                            D  
Let it in, lets begin etc....