Cifras para Violão The Afternoon's Hat

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Introdução:
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Made me kiss ya' with a whisper
        
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and violently you swung, through unfamiliar tounge
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Couldn't listen to tradition, grabbed me by the wrist to silently insist
                                          
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And when i'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
                                          
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The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
                                
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Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
    
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Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at
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You stood shirtless and confident
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Listenin' to the fools, tickling the rules
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Their obsessions follow patterns
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Sat upon their stools, with their attitudes
                                          
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And when i'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
                                          
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The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
                                
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Dm
                      
Am
 
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
    
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Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at
 
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And when i'm in the confines of crawling walls, you hold me in place
                                          
F
                
Dm
                
Am
 
The ripples on the ceiling the avenues, unsugared taste
                                
F
                      
Dm
                      
Am
 
Waste away the evening, the afternoon, the afternoons hat
    
F
                                  
Dm
                          
Am
 
Together we'll find something to direct some laughter at