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Introdução:
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Smoke and cinder, steel in an ashtray
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In a dingy bar where romances are born
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The sound of Denver seeping from the jukebox
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But no country road could ever take us home
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She speaks like raging tides against the coastline
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I'm rendered ragged by things that she might know
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The whiskey and this feeling bring me back to better times
A E D
Let it go let it go let it go
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Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A Abm
Wait she revived me
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But that was so long ago
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And now the passing days on the outside feel great
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And it never ever rains
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The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean
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Of these dying days
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Sweaty palmed I swallow down my cocktail
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Like the things I feel but know I shouldn't say
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Every morning I awake to my reassurance
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It's okay it's okay it's okay
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Wait you remind me of someone I used to love
A Abm
Wait she revived me
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But that was so long ago
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And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
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The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D E
It's hard to wash your hands clean
Of these dying days
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Well there I go digging graves for every single pretty girl
A E D
Pretty soon they'll be no more left to move
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And I'll be filling holes with a longing in my soul
B E
If it's one of those things I tend to lose
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And now the passing days on the outside feel great
A E D
And it never ever rains
A E F#m D
The city is burning right now I'm dying
A E D
It's hard to wash your hands clean