Cifras
Finestere

Tom: A

Introdução:

 A                                                                                                             D 
Come and watch the sunset with me from Finistère
 A                                                                                                             D 
A sentimental moment with me, that we can share
 Bm                                                                     A                   E7       D 
Forget the faces of forgotten children, Oh, how they cried
 Bm                                                                     A                   E7       D 
They cannot forgive forgetful Fathers, Oh, how they lied
                                                         A 
And now they try to run away
 A                                                                                                             D 
You listen to your Walkman, on the back seat of the bus
 A                                                                                                             D 
You feel yourself evaporate, In un-selfconciousness
 Bm                                                                                     A                 E7                       D 
The wounded animal sat by the roadside, Oh, "how" he cried
 Bm                                                                                         A                   E7       D 
Did the peaceful pastures become minefields, Oh, "woe" he cried
                                                             A 
For now he cannot run away
 Dm                 A7                                 C                                                   Dm 
Oh, run away, From the half digested bitterness you feel
 Dm                 A7                                 C                                                   Dm 
Oh, "how can you stay? Says the unexpected innocence you keep
                             C                                                   Dm 
And how long does that innocence keep
 F                                                             G 
You from drying up, drying out
 A                                                                                                                                     D 
The days when I was bullet proof and nightly full of holes
 A                                                                                                             D 
Is deep and strong as cellophane in a galaxy of souls
 Bm                                                                           A                   E7       D 
The father to so many needs a mother, Oh, how she cried
 Bm                                                                           A                 E7       D 
Does the Father's Mother need a lover, Oh, "yes, please!" she cried
 D                                               A(E7/D) 
I know I'll never run away, Finistère
 D                                     A(E7/D) 
I can't run no more, Finistère
 D                                     A 
I can't run no more       (fade..)
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