Cifras
Braille

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Introdução:  Ab   Eb/G   Ab/F   Eb/G  

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 Ab                                                       Eb/G 
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
 Fm7                                                   C# 
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
 Ab                             Eb/G 
So she names the baby Elvis
 Fm7                                       C# 
To make up for the royalty he lacked
 Ab                                           Eb/G 
And from then on it was turpentine and patches
 Fm7                                             C# 
From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
 Ab                                                     Eb/G 
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
 Fm7                                           C# 
Cause that's all they knew how to play

 Ab                                                                     Eb/G 
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
 Fm7                                                                   C# 
And she knew they were destined to become
                                                 Ab 
Sacred road kill on the way
                                                           Fm                               Eb/G 
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
                                           C#                             Ab 
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes
                                 Eb/G 
Cause it's been turpentine and patches
           Fm7                       C# 
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
 Ab                                                   Eb/G 
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
   Fm7                                   C#                   F# 
Cause that's all they knew how to play

 Ab                               Eb/G 
Elvis never could carry a tune
 Fm7                                                               C# 
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
 Ab                                   Eb/G                                                   Fm7 
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
                                 C# 
Saying why don't I begin again
 Ab           Eb/G 
With turpentine and patches
 Fm7                         C# 
With cold, cold Campbell's from the can
 Ab                                                 Eb/G 
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
 Fm7                                                           C# 
It's just that he's not around to play along
 Ab                                   Eb/G 
I'm still an asshole playing with candles
 Fm7                             C# 
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
 Ab                                       Eb/G 
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
 Fm7                                             C#           F# 
What's written in Braille upon my skin...

 Ab                                                       Eb/G           Ab/F         Eb/G 
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch
 Ab                                                       Eb/G             Ab/F       Eb/G 
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch