Tom: E
Introdução: E A E
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I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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I like studying faces in a parking lot
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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I like driving backwards in the fog
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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The things that I' ve loved, the things that I' ve lost
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The things I' ve held sacred that I' ve dropped
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I won' t lie no more you can bet
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I don' t wanna learn what I' ll need to forget
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I like gypsy moths and radio talk
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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I like gospel music and canned applause
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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I like colorful clothing in the sun
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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The things that I' ve loved, the things that I' ve lost
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The things I' ve held sacred that I' ve dropped
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I won' t lie no more you can bet
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I don' t wanna learn what I' ll need
Dm
Bend and shape me
C
I love the way you are
A Am
Slow and sweetly
G E
Like never before
Dm
Calm and sleeping
C
We won' t stir up the past
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So discreetly
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We won' t look back
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The things that I' ve loved, the things that I' ve lost
E D A E
The things I' ve held sacred that I' ve dropped
E D A E
I won' t lie no more you can bet
E D A
I don' t wanna learn what I' ll need
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I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
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Cause it doesn' t remind me of anything
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I like playing in the sand, what' s mine is ours
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If it doesn' t remind me of anything