Cifras para Violão Livin The Dream

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Introdução:
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When someone asks me where I'm going
                                                        
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I tell em' anywhere but here
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Wherever that may be, I'm there
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I'm running from the things I've done
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I've done nothing that you ain't done
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So, why am I still on the run?
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The days are short; the nights are long
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When you're singing you're last song.
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When someone asks me how I'm doing
                                                        
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I tell em' I'm doing just fine
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Force a smile, justified
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I'm half confused, but I'm alright
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Just like every person I'm inclined
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to opinions on your modern life
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Do you wonder why I don't say mine?
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'Cause, you tell me I'm doing just fine
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And, I know we're all just fine.
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When someone asks me what I'm doing
                                              
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I tell em' anything I want
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They're baffled by my kiddish pun
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When there's nothing left to do, I sleep
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I like my rest, I love to dream
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I was taught to work and then to bleed
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Criticize my sloathful feet
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'Cause I'm living out my dream.