Tom: A
Introdução:
Am Fm C
When you go and the wind blows you home
Am Fm C
You were wrong and the fault was your own
Am Fm C
We were always gonna end up back here
Am Fm G
Friends who stayed and the ones who disappear
C F C
The difference between a rat and a grave is an inch
C F C
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
F G Am
I don't sit so well
F G C
Under banks of Boston
F C
You are my blood
F C
you are my blood
Dm F
You're hung up to dry and your strange
Dm
you're strange god knows
C
but your loved loved loved
Am Fm C
You was all but your never looking back
Am Fm C
You were young far too young for words like that
Am Fm C
We were always gonna end up back here
Am Fm G
Friends who stayed, ones who raged and wrote and 'appeared
C F C
The difference between a rat and a grave is an inch
C F C
Your caught in between the earth and a rock like a pinch
F G Am
I don't sit so well
F G C
Under banks of Boston
F C
You are my blood
F C
you are my blood
F C
You are my blood
F C
you are my blood
F C
You are my blood
F C
you are my blood
Dm F
You're hung up to dry and your strange
Dm
you're strange god knows
C
but your loved loved loved
F G Am
I don't sit so well
F G C
Under banks of Boston
F C
You are my blood
F C
you are my blood