Tom: G
Introdução:
G
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
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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