Cifras
Baseball

Tom: F

Introdução:  A   C#m   F#m   E   A   C#m   F#m   E  

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 A                 C#m                   D         F#m 
    I saw a cigarette contend
                       C#                                             D 
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in
 A                       C#m                             D         F#m 
    Maybe that henna'd back of yours
                           C#         E 
That held me back, back from keeping score
 A                             C#m 
There goes that moonboy
                 D 
Looking jungly
                           E 
With all his leaves a-growing
 A                                 C#m 
    Split down that long back
                         D 
He would've thought that
               E 
If you got to know him
 A                                         C#m 
    True blue with your fists up
                       D 
You little kiss up
                 E 
Wishin' things were heavy
 A                                       C#m 
    That's fine in the end though
                                 D 
Where'd all our friends go
               E 
We can dip if you're ready

 A                     C#m                     F#m     E 
    I bet you take me for a fool
 A                                       C#m                             F#m                                     E 
    Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules
 A                         C#m                 F#m       E 
    Some weird abandon in sheets
 A                                     C#m 
    Though the tongue tastes good
       F#m                             E 
My grammar's falling from the cheeks
 A                             C#m 
There goes that moonboy
                 D 
Looking jungly
                           E 
With all his leaves a-growing
 A                                 C#m 
    Split down that long back
                         D 
He would've thought that
               E 
If you got to know him
 A                                         C#m 
    True blue with your fists up
                       D 
You little kiss up
                 E 
Wishin' things were heavy
 A                                       C#m 
    That's fine in the end though
                                 D 
Where'd all our friends go
               E 
We can dip if you're ready

 E         A           C#m   F#m 
I was wrong
                       E                       A   C#m  F#m 
You were a friendly kid
 E         A         C#m   F#m 
I was wrong
                       E 
You were a friendly kid
 A       C#   F#m   E 
Fill the raf- ters
 A         C#       F#m   D 
Right field dan- ces
 Em             D 
Baseball diamonds
 A       C#   F#mE      Dm     E7 
Take our chances out
 A                                     C#m                             D 
    There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going
 A                               C#m                           F#m 
    Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch
     D 
Anxiety growing
 A                           C#m                           D 
    Some cordial framework of the sunset  A yellow made out of gray
 A                           C#m                   D 
    My bones are tired of the body that woke me up today
 A                                 C#m 
    There goes that moonboy
                 D 
Looking jungly
                           E 
With all his leaves a-growing
 A                                 C#m 
    Split down that long back
                         D 
He would've thought that
               E 
If you got to know him
 A                                         C#m 
    True blue with your fists up
                       D 
You little kiss up
                 E 
Wishin' things were heavy
 A                                       C#m 
    That's fine in the end though
                                 D 
Where'd all our friends go
               E 
We can dip if you're ready

 E         A           C#m   F#m 
I was wrong
                       E                       A   C#m  F#m 
You were a friendly kid
 E         A         C#m   F#m 
I was wrong
                       E 
You were a friendly kid
 A 
    I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong