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Departures Blue Toowong Skies

Tom: G

Introdução:

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Once I was the youngest now the middle branch
                                                                     Am  
hung from the family tree
G  
Older than my first born brother
                                                                                                  Am  
Never made it quite to forty three
                          G                                      C                      G                              D  
So let it ring, let the bell ring out for you
                          G                                      C      G                      D  
May it sing of your beautiful truth
                                G                                    C    G              D  
Take your leave on the rising tide
                     C                                                 D7  
Travel slow enjoy the ride
G  
Everyone is waiting on the ticking bomb
                                                                                  Am  
That lies beneath their skin
G  
Nonetheless we carry on like we were born
                                                                        Am  
For breathing poison in
Em                                                                            D  
You're right where you belong
                                                                                     Em  D            C      G                    D  
Beneath Blue Toowong skies cut so deep in our bones
                        Em            C                 D                    G  
You surround    - those of us you love