Tom: C
Introdução:
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The days are long
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Please don&rsquo t go
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I can&rsquo t trust myself to be alone
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The sun beats down
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My wrists burn on the stove
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In this lonely seventy-eighth motorhome
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I stay here, alone inside
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With the Sunday dinner and the summertime flies
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Motorcycles rev outside
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From the backyard screen
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I hear them drive off into the night
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But I know
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If I told him I&rsquo d die here
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If I stay
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He would hold me in his arms
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And he&rsquo d love it that way
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Sad teddy bears on the lawn outside
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Clean off the mud, hang them up out to dry
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Try to sleep, to pass the time by
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But the dogs in the yard keep me up
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With their cries in the ni--ight
C F
But I know
C F
If I told him I&rsquo d die here
C F
If I stay
C F
He would hold me in his arms
C F
And he&rsquo d love it that way
C F
The days are long
C F
Please don&rsquo t go
C F
I can&rsquo t trust myself
C F
To be alone
C F
It all goes dark
C F
My bangs long overgrown
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In this lonely seventy-eighth motorhome