Tom: A
Introdução:
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Bless the gods and all the wealthy fellas
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See how they run, see how they try
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To give their best for all our beauty
A
They wear dignity like the falling angels
A
Proper shoes and the velvet trousers
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We were tramps and whores who gathered around
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Let`s shed a tear for those who`s crying
A- C#- F#m- D
And there aint no shame
A- C#- F#m- D
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
A- C#- F#m- D
Everybody gets their shot of being someone
F- E7- A
So use your sunny day
A
We`re the dirt in the fields you're running
A
We`re the springtime`s first carnation
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And we are all alone and so we stand
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Above you all, the matched creation
A
Let`s all sing for our broken future
A
Let`s sing for all the idiots
A
Who will not share their lands
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Their lands of gold and big ideas
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We ain`t got nothing to live up to
Refrão: (2x)
A- C#- F#m- D
And there ain`t no shame
A- C#- F#m- D
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
A- C#- F#m- D
Everybody gets their shots of being someone
F- E7- A
So use your sunny day
A- C#- F#m- D
And we share our pain
A- C#- F#m- D
Everybody`s waiting for a sunny day
A- C#- F#m- D
Everybody gets their shot of being someone
F- E7- A
So hail the sunny days