Tom: A
Introdução:
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Poison oak, some boyhood bravery
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When the telephone was a tin can on a string
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And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
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You said you weren' t afraid to die
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In polaroids you were dressed in women' s clothes
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Were you made ashamed, why' d you lock them in the drawer?
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Well I don' t think that I ever loved you more
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Than when you turned away
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When you slammed the door
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When you stole a car drove, towards Mexico
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And you wrote bad checks just to fill your arm
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I was young enough, I still believed in war
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But let the poets cry themselves to sleep
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And all their tearful words would turn back into steam
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But me, I' m a single cell on a serpent' s tongue
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And there' s a muddy field where a garden was
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And I' m glad you got away
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But I' m still stuck out here
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My clothes are soaking wet from your brother' s tears
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E F#m
And I never thought this life was possible
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You' re the yellow bird that I' ve been waiting for
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The end of paralysis I was a statuette
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Now I' m drunk as hell on a piano bench
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And when I press the keys it all gets reversed
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The sound of loneliness makes me happier
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