Tono: F
Introducción: F#/A
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Titillations been replaced....by interstate brickface & Coffemate
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And by a list of phone calls, you?ll like to make
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Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
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And you could stare into your own shoes
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And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose
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Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
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You can throw away the rudder, float away like Vapour Trails
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There?s nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride
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So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
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Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin? wet shoes
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Through rainpools evaporatin?, says in this sign I?ll conquer you
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I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
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But there?s nothin? uglier than a man hittin? his stride
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Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin? over their hoes
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Now the mornin?s over, it?s time to let them sprinklers hose
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Past hills of chambermaids? dark bare arms
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And fields of muscles quilted to the bone
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Right now I?m flyin? over, Ya right now I?m flyin? home
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Where I can sit on the end of my bed
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And I can stare into my own shoes
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And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose
Outro
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And throw away the rudder, float away on Vapour Trails....
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I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
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So I throw away the rudder, float away like Vapour Trails....
D A C#m B
I pulled the car on over... (It?s time to let them sprinklers hose)
F#- Ex
Woo?Woooo?Woooo - Throw away the rudder!