Tom: A
Introdução:
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Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it
D
Doomed
A F#m
Pick your pockets full of sorrow and run away with me tomorrow
D
June
Bm G D
We'll try and ease the pain
Bm G D
somehow we'll feel the same
E F#m D E F#m G
no one knows where our secrets go
A F#m
I sing a heart to all my dearies When your life is so so dreary
D
Dream
A F#m
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow While the harlots of my perils
D
Scream
A F#m D
And I fail but when I can I will
A F#m D
Try to understand that when I can I will
Solo
A F#m
Mother weep the tears I'm missin All our time can't be given
D
Back
A F#m
Shot my mouth and strike the demons That cursed you and your reasons
D
Out of hand and out of season
D
Out of love and out of feeling
A F#m
So Bad
D
When I can I will
A F#m
Words defy the plans
D
When I can I will
A F#m
Fool enough to almost be it Cool enough to not quite see it
D
And dull enough to always feel it
D
Always old I always feel this
A F#m
No more promise no more sorrow No longer will I follow
D
Can anybody hear me
D A F#m
I just want to be me
D
And when I can I will
A F#m
Try to understand
D
That when I can I will