Tom: E
Introdução:
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the day I turned my back on all you people
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I felt an itching in my thumbs.
C#m E7 F#m B7
salt air like a broadcast from the distant, dark beyond
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when my transformation comes.
I went down to the warm, warm water
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and no one was gonna come and get me.
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there wasn't anybody gonna know.
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even though I leave a trail of burnt things in my wake
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every single place I go.
and it was cool, and it was quiet