Tom: G
Introdução: Gm Cm
Gm
A simple turn of phrase
Cm
A million mouths, a million days
Cm
All I need's a space upon your floor
Gm F Gm Cm
Sing out for change
Gm
And feed all the news to the poor
Dm Gm
We fall down the same
But when you're done, pick me up off the floor
Gm Cm C
When you're done, pick me up off the floor
Gm
I hear them turning the lock and thread
And creeping in to your home
Cm
Just to tell you where to stand
Watching
Gm F Cm
Sing out for change
Bb Gm
And feed all the news to the poor
F Cm
We fall down the same
Bb Gm F Cm Bb
When you're done, pick me up off the floor
Gm
And when you're done, pick me up off the floor
G Bb G Ab G Ab
When you're done, pick me up off the floor
G Ab G Ab
G Ab
So can you feel it? We're moving it over the air
G Ab
We are revolting, we are revolting
G Ab
And all the little pieces falling are counting the price of your head
C Db C Db C Db C Db
Gm F Cm
Sing out for change
Bb Gm
And feed all the news to the poor
F Cm
We fall down the same
Bb Gm F Cm Bb
When you're done, pick me up off the floor
Gm
And when you're done, pick me up off the floor
G Bb G Ab G Ab
When you're done, pick me up off the floor