Tom: D
Introdução: D G A
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Dreams, inconsistent angel things. Horses bred with star-laced
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wings. But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly.
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These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town. One goes up and
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one goes down. And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound.
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We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly) how it used to be
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(I'll stay here, I'll be fine). How it used to be (don't go and
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let me down), how it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).