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Poor Fractured Atlas

Tom: D

Introdução:

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             D                                     Dm  
D  
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun
Dm  
To try and recapture his anger
          G  
He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs
  Em                                                         A  
Until he begins to feel younger
        F#º                                                    Em  
But back at his desk in the city we find
        F#º                                                    Em  
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
             B7                                    Em                                 B7                      Em  
Who can't find the strength now to punish the length
                     G                                                              A  
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
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                     G                            A  
                             Poor fractured Atlas
                     A                                            D  
                             Threw himself across the mattress
                     G                                    A  
                             Waving his withering pencil
                     A                                                 D  
                             As if it were a pirate's cutlass
                     Dm                                 C                 G  
                             I'm almost certain
                     Bb                    A                         D  
                             He's trying to increase his burden
                     Em                            B7                                 Em                              A  
                             He said "That's how the child in me planned it,
                                     A7                                 D            A                 C    G    Bb  
                             A woman wouldn't understand it"
I believe there was something that I wanted to say
G                            A  
                             Poor fractured Atlas
                     A                                            D  
                             Threw himself across the mattress
                     G                                    A  
                             Waving his withering pencil
                     A                                                 D  
                             As if it were a pirate's cutlass
                     Dm                                 C                 G  
                             I'm almost certain
                     Bb                    A                         D  
                             He's trying to increase his burden
                     Em                            B7                                 Em                              A  
                             He said "That's how the child in me planned it,
                                     A7                                 D            A                 C    G    Bb  
                             A woman wouldn't understand it"
DA            A7                                 D            A                 C    G    Bb    A    DA  
             A woman wouldn't understand it