Tom: F
Introdução:
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The scratches of a dark night
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The rashes of foresight
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And I wanted you
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The weight of my freezing
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I had come to you
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The face I was given
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I have no similarities to
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The spaces in the law look
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Like the faces in a word book
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I get by
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The matches of opportunities
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The last thing I've never seen
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And I scream it to you
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The pain I was needing
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Was sort of true
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The one aim I was clearing
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Was the walls that grew
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The crazes I overlooked
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The leans into the kook
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And I did
Fm
And I did
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And I was screaming bloody murder
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When the charges came
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And I stopped by the road side
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'Cuz this is from wehere I came
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My God but it's so far away
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It would seem accidents have gone straight to you
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And you've changed your point of view
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And the places you're going to
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I got Crowded
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I get crowded
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And I'm so glad that you're mine
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It twists up the fabric of time
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And I'm useless
Fm
And I'm useless
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And your faces are bodies
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And your hands are feet
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Let me roll around
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In things I can't believe
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But I tried
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Yes I tried
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And I tried
Fm
You know I tried