Tom: Cm
Introdução: Cm Gm Ab Gm
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Give me your trust, said the Aes Sedai.
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On my shoulders I support the sky.
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Trust me to know and to do what is best,
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And I will take care of the rest.
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But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
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Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.
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Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
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Trust is the color of death.
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Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,
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for I must bear the burden all alone.
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Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule,
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and no man will think you a fool.
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But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
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Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
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Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
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Trust is the sound of death.
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Give me your trust, said the King on high
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A promise of peaceful and prosperous lives
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Trust my compassion will reign pure and true
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A kingdom of glory and joy through and through
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But trust is the scent of a burning village
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Trust is the scent from spoils and pillage
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Trust is the scent of a souls last breath
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Trust is the scent of death.
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Give us your trust said the lady and lord
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to grant you protection and give to the poor
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Trust us while guarding your lands have no fear
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for the life of the common folk when we are near
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But trust is the touch of a blade to the throat
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Trust is the touch of the hang man's rope
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Trust is the touch of a souls last breath
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Trust is the touch of death.
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Give me your trust said the Love of your life
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To have and to hold, in joy and in strife
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Trust me to love you with heart and with soul
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For better or worse, till death take it's toll
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But trust is the taste of a thee unfaithful's lie
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Trust is the taste of poisoned wine
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Trust is the taste of a soul's last breath
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Trust is the taste of death.
(First Tab! Let me know of any mistakes)