Cifras para Violão The Jeweller's Hands

Tom:  A
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Fiendish wonder in a carnivals wake,
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Dull caresses once again irritate
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Tread softly stranger,
          
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Move over toward the danger that you seek
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You think excitement has receded,
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Then the mirror distracts
          
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The logic of the trance quickly reaches and grasps
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Handsome and faceless
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And weightless your imagination runs
                          
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And now it's no one's fault but yours
              
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At the foot of the house of cards,
                                      
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You thought you'd never get obsessed
                                
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You thought the wolves would be impressed,
                            
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And you're a sinking stone
                          
E
                                                                      
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Cos you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands,
                  
F
                      
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That procession of pioneers, all drowned
In the moonlight they're more thrilling,
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Inevitable's gather to push you around,
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Any old voice makes such a punishing sound
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He became laughter's assassin,
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Shortly after he showed you what it was
                          
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And now it's no one's fault but yours
              
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At the foot of the house of cards,
                                      
F
                    
Am
 
You thought you'd never get obsessed
                                
E
                                  
Am
 
You thought the wolves would be impressed,
                            
F
            
Am
 
And you're a sinking stone
                          
E
                                                                      
Am
 
Cos you know what it's like to hold the jeweller's hands,
                  
F
                      
E
                  
Am
 
That procession of pioneers, all drowned
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C
                          
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If you've a lesson to teach me,
    
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I'm listening, ready to learn
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There's no one here to police me,
  
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E
                
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I'm sinking in, until you return
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If you've a lesson to teach me,
  
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E
                
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E
 
Don't deviate, don't be afraid
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C
                          
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Without the last corner piece I can't calibrate,
  
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Let's get it ingrained