Tom: D
Introdução: G C
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Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head
Em C G
I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead
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And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead
D C Em
But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them
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If you only listen with your ears... I can't get in
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And I spent my evenings pullin' stars out of the sky
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And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie
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And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives
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And I would dress myself up in them through the night
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While my folks would sleep in separate beds... and wonder why
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And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair
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My dad considered me a cross he had to bear
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And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare
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As my mom would hang the clothes across the line
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And she would try to keep the empty... from her eyes
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So, then one afternoon I dressed myself alone
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I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned
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And in my head I said "goodbye," then I was gone
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And I set out on the heels of the unknown
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So my folks could have a new life of their own
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So that maybe I could find someone
D C G
Who could hear the only words that I'd known