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Sundays Pretty Icons

Tom: F

Introdução:

F  C  F  C  GEm  
                Am                                 F  
There is no hole in which to hide
                Am      Em  
There is no plane to catch
        Am                              F  
No hope, tell them that's warm enough
        Am                                                      G         E  
No rent to a room that's quiet
          Am                                      F  
A friend I've known through six degrees
                  Am                                    Em  
Comes down to where I hide
        Am                         F  
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
                Am                                    G            C  
She comes back to my side
C                                                                                 F  
You're so far from wanting to talk
C                                                                            G                                    Em  
You're so far from wanting to say something good
G                                         E  
Feel something good
             Am                              F  
The sea cries of loves of girls
             Am                            Em  
The sea cries of boys
             Am                      F  
The storm, we are the both of us
             Am                              G         C  
Too close to ever love
C                                                                    F  
Whisky from the island of Sun
C                                                                                    G  
Whisky from the year you were born
                                  Em                            G                    E  
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile
Am                                                         F  
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Am                                                    Em  
Somebody asked me for help
Am                                                         F  
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Am                                                      G                                         F      C  
Lunging and happening, parting of souls
F                                                         C  
Every girl you ever admired (Every boy you ever desired)
F                                                         C  
Every love you ever forgot (every person that you)
F                                    C  
despised is forgiven
G    Em    Bm    A    Em    Bm    F#m    F#  
F    Dm    Am    G    Dm    Am    Em      E