Tom: E
Introdução:
E A
Daughter, I once thought that I had angels in my room.
E A
They were sleeping on my fan while I was dreaming of you.
E A
And daughter, I once had, such desire to believe
E A
that our lives had been planned out by an unseen deity,
A B E Cm
but you don't have to waste your time
B A E
holding on to beautiful lies.
E A
Daughter, I once knew that everything that I believed
E A
was good, and fair, and true, and consistent with my needs.
E A
But daughter, I am wrong almost as often as I'm right.
E A
So daughter, just be strong enough to make up your own mind,
A B E Cm
because you don't have to waste your time,
B A E
holding on to beautiful lies.
A B E Cm
no you don't have to waste your time,
B A E
holding on to beautiful lies.
This pattern repeats a bunch of times with ooh?s over top layered and building up.