Tom: A
Introdução:
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There's a blue rocking chair
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sittin in the sand
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weathered by the storms
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and well oiled hands
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It sways back and forth
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with the help of the winds
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it seems to always be there
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like an old trusty friend
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I've read a lot of books
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wrote a few songs
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looked at my life
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where it's goin', where it's gone
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I've seen the world through a bus windshield
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but nothing compares to the way that I see it
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to the way that I see it
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to the way that I see it when i sit
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in that ol' blue chair
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From that chair I've caught
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a few fish and some rays
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and I've watched boats sail
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in and out of cinnamon bay
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I've let go of a lover
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who took a piece of my heart
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and prayed many times for forgiveness
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and a brand-new start
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I've read a lot of books
B7
wrote a few songs
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looked at my life
E
where it's goin', where it's gone
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I've seen the world through a bus windshield
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but nothing compares to the way that I see it
B7
to the way that I see it
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to the way that I see it when i sit
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That chair was my bed one new years night
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when i passed out from too much Malibu and died
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and I woke to a hundred mosquito bites
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I swear
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got 'em all sittin' right there
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There's a blue rockin' chair
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sittin in the sand
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weathered by the storms and
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well oiled hands