Tom: C
Introdução:
Cm Bb
Bitter branches
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spreading out.
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There's none more bitter
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than the wood.
Gm Ab
Into the wide world,
Gm Ab
it grows,
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twisting under
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soldier's feet,
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standing in line
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and the damp earth underneath.
Gm Ab
Holding up their rifles
Gm Ab
high,
Gm Ab
holding their young wives
Gm Ab
who wave goodbye.
Cm Bb
Hold up the clear glass
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to look and see
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soldiers standing
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and the roots twist underneath.
Gm Ab
Their young wives with white hands
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wave goodbye.
Gm Ab
Their arms as bitter branches
Gm Ab
spreading into the world.
Cm Bb
Wave goodbye,
Gm Ab
Wave goodbye.