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Tom: C

Introdução:

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C  
Climb
Is all we know
                     Am  
When thaw
                        F  
Is not below us
                                Dm  
No can't grow up
                                                  Am                    F  
In that iron ground
C                                            F  
Claire all too sore for sound
C  
Bet
Is hardly shown
Am  
Scraped
                                     F  
Across the foam
                                Dm  
Like they stole it
                                                     Am  
And oh how they hold it
C                                                         F  
Claire we nearly forfeit
Dm                                                                         Am  
I I'm growing like the quickening hues
Dm                                                                                 Am  
I I'm telling darkness from lines on you
F                                                                                                                            Dm  
Over havens fora full and swollen morass young habitat!
                             C                                                                                                                                      F  
All been living alone where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
C  
Home
Were savage high
Am  
Come
                                  F  
We finally cry
                                  Dm  
Oh and we don it
                                        Am  
Because it's right
C                                                    F  
Claire I was too sore for sight
Dm                                                                                              F  
I were sewing up through the latchet greens
Dm                                                                                 F  
I un-peel keenness honey bean for bean
F                                                                                                                                                                                                    Dm  
Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand is thrown where she stashed us at
                F  
(All been living alone) All been living alone where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning