Tom: B
Introdução:
B
Lay down your head in the shifting light
G
When it starts to fade
A
When it starts to fade
B
My mind plays a trick of a lethal kind
G
Drifting away
A
Drifting away
B
Now I can see I may have lived too long
G
Close to the bone
A
Close to the bone
B
When theres no knock upon the door
G
Youll know its me
A
When youre phone doesnt ring
B
Now as the day begins to die
G
You can call me
A B
When you call me theres no reply
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