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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
INTRO
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G F
We walked next to a street full of speeding cars
G C
We walked like they had stolen ours
G F
The pace-car made for what was a hurried hour
G C
You picked at love-me-not flowers
Gmaj7
And I hope the worst ones come true
Am G/C
I hope I don't think the way that their screen taught me to
G F
I know the low sound of a steady voice
G C
If you love something you'd better profit
G F
And you wear a guard like your guard against a lie
G C
The lie that told you to speak quiet
Gmaj7
As something to look at on a screen
Am C
I hope you don't look at all pretty to me
Em Bm
Painted a word on the side of your shirt
Am G
You can't be all they're defining
Em Bm
And I remain lost in my father's exhaust
Am G
And you can't just be a name to find
Em
And in time, find us stuck
Bm
To all those terms made up
Am
Like a picture to hang on the wall
Am
Adolescent bedroom wall
C
On the wall
G
On the wall
C
On the wall
Am C
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B|------------------1--------|
G|-----2--------0------------|
D|------------2-----2--------|
A|---3------0-------3--------|
E|-1-------------------------|
G F
We walked next to a street full of speeding cars
G C
We walked like they had stolen ours
G F
The pace-car made for what was a hurried hour
G C
You picked at love-me-not flowers
Gmaj7
And I hope the worst ones come true
Am G/C
I hope I don't think the way that their screen taught me to
G F
I know the low sound of a steady voice
G C
If you love something you'd better profit
G F
And you wear a guard like your guard against a lie
G C
The lie that told you to speak quiet
Gmaj7
As something to look at on a screen
Am C
I hope you don't look at all pretty to me
Em Bm
Painted a word on the side of your shirt
Am G
You can't be all they're defining
Em Bm
And I remain lost in my father's exhaust
Am G
And you can't just be a name to find
Em
And in time, find us stuck
Bm
To all those terms made up
Am
Like a picture to hang on the wall
Am
Adolescent bedroom wall
C
On the wall
G
On the wall
C
On the wall
Am C
The Silentreatme (...)
The Silhouettes
The Silos
The Silver Brumb (...)
The Silver Bulle (...)
The Sketches
The Skids
The Skints
The Skullduggers
The Skyliners