Tom: B
Introdução:
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When England took my mother's youngest son,
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She demanded him back. She said,
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"Don't make me worry, son.
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This isn't the time to run.
B E
You're always thinking
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Until the thinking's done."
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Talking myself down gets so hard.
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All I know is I don't wanna die in my car.
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I can't get out of my head,
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Just like it's always been.
*pause *
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He's in the mirror staring back at me,
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Smiling through his worn down teeth.
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I tell him, "You make me sick,
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And the bullshit is getting thick."
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And sometimes the hardest part
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Is just getting on with it.
E B G#m
Talking myself down gets so hard.
F# E B G#m
All I know is I don't wanna die in my car.
F# E
I can't get out of my head,
G
Just like it's always been.
E B G#m
Talking myself down gets so hard.
F# E B F#
All I know is I don't wanna die in my car.
E B G#m F#
The war inside my head keeps raging,
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And somehow the world keeps turning.
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Yeah somehow the world keeps turning.
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Yeah somehow the world keeps turning.