Cifras
Maybe True Stories

Tom: D

Introdução: D    

D                      A                         G             D  
I've been trying to quantify
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All of the wrong that one can pack into a lie
D                                 A                                 G                         D  
And I've been trying to put on a scale
D                    A                                                                                              G  
Just how bad all of that wrong should make me feel
                          Bm                                                                      A  
'Cos they told me once when I was young
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That liars are as liars do
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And if you do, it's off to Hell with you
G                                              D  
No smiling, kid, I speak the truth
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But I've a sneaking feeling they were liars too
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So logically, then, we're all hypocrites
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But does it make it better or make it worse to be aware of it?
D                                         A                                              G                 D  
I'm convincing myself that it's all relative
                                          D                                         A                                            G  
And if there's a God, when He forgives, I think He must consider it
                          D                            A                                 G                            D  
I've been noticing confusion in the laws he made
             D                              A                                              G  
The nature of the truth and where it bends and where it breaks
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And where I twisted it to my benefit
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When this man said he was in love with me
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And I thought that he was dumb to be
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So I pretended that I was asleep
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Called it free will what he willed to believe
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And it ended, so I guess it's just as well
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But that's why sometimes I think I might go to Hell
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And I worry too, how I never mentioned to you
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How I drove your car while you were gone
     A                                                      D  
A mile with the parking brake still on
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'Cos it seems to me, you wait too long
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You may as well have not meant well all along
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So I'm hoping hard if it's the thought that counts
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That you don't ever have to know what I think about
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And that every soul can always fit thought Heaven's door
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With the weight of things it never told anyone before.