Tom: D
Introdução: D G D G D
G D
In the eyes of the world, your touch is like gold
G A G
Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled
D2
You count your money in your prison tower
Em D G
Made of concrete, glass, and steel
D2
Feeling cosy in the hollow warmth
Em A D
Of another business deal
G D
You've climbed your way to the top, but lately it seems
G A G
That there's a hole in the heart of the American dream, woah, oh oh oh
D2
Sitting pretty in your trophy room
Em D G
With your shining souvenirs
D2
That just remind you of the wasted time
Em A D
And the lateness of the years
Is that all?
G D
Is that all there is?
Is that all?
G D G D G D
There must be more than this
G D
In the eyes of the world, your touch is like gold
G A G
Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled, woah, oh oh oh
D2
In a moment it could all be gone
Em D G
In the twinkling of an eye
D2
Then what's your pile of precious pride worth then
Em DA
If you've never wondered why
Is that all?
G D
Is that all there is?
Is that all?
G D
There must be more than this
Is that all?
G D
Is that all there is?
Is that all?
G
There must be more than this
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D
More than this
G
Is that all there is?
D
All there is
G
Is that all there is?
D
All there is
G
Is that all there is?