Tom: F
Introdução:
Bb C Gm7
Me and my big ideas
Bb C Gm7
Won't wash away your tears
Bb C
No one else seems to mind
Gm7 C
That I'm not that kind
Bb C Gm7
Gºget
Bb C Gm7
We'll pay him well my dear
Bb C
He will see inside your mind
Gm7 C
Because he is that kind
Dm Bb C Dm
It's a southern kind of heat
Bb C Dm
The shadows crack and start to creep
Bb C Dm
Conversation drags its feet
Bb C Gm7
I wish we'd both been more discreet
Bb C Dm
Like light that it caught between night and day
Gm7 C
You're stuck between me and my
Bb C Gm7
Me and my big ideas
Bb C Gm7
Won't wash away your tears
Bb C
So many strings to your bow
Gm7 C
Why not let one go
Dm Bb C Dm
Well they love you when you're weak
Bb C Dm
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
Bb C Dm
It's that thing we call control
Bb C Gm7
There's a deep frustration in their soul
Bb
Black thoughts
C Dm
That are stuck between someone's ears
Bb Gm7 C Gm7 C
Like me and my big idea
Bb C
So many strings to your bow
Gm7 C
Why not let one go
Bb C Gm7 C
In a way this dream is over
Bb C G C
Blown away our four leaf clover
Gm7 C
There's no reason why
Gm7
There's just me and my
Bb C Gm7
Me and my big ideas
Bb C Gm7
Won't wash away your tears
Bb C
No one else seems to mind
Gm7 C
That I'm not that kind
C
Blown away… Blown away