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TONALIDADE
+ (F4)- (F2)Tab by Matt Morrow, PattyNet.net
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C G C
C F
All you kids get out the back door, I've never seen her this mad before
C
She took all her favorite things down from the window
G
And broke them all over her clean floor
C F
It's Saturday at the mansion, the oldest boy walks with a slouch
C
The young ones are wild in back of the house
G C
And she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch
F C
Something as simple as boys and girls
G Am
Gets tossed all around and lost in the world
F C
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
G Am
Can wait a long time for an answer
When I was little I'd stare at her picture
And talk to the mother of God
I swear sometimes I'd see her lips move
Like she was trying to say something to me
When I was eighteen I moved to Florida
Like everyone sick of the cold does
And I waited on old people waiting to die
Oh, I waited on them until I was
Something as simple as boys and girls
Gets tossed all around and lost in the world
Something as hard as a prayer on your back
Can wait a long time for an answer
C G F C G
C G F C G C
Now I'm wearing my footsteps into this floor
One day I won't live here anymore
And someone will wonder who lived here before
And went on their way
I live too many miles from the ocean
And I'm getting older and odd
I get up every morning with my cup of coffee
And I talk to the mother of God
Something as simple as boys and girls
Gets tossed all around and lost in the world
Something as har as a prayer on your back
Can wait a long time for an answer
Can wait a long time for an answer
F G F G
F G F G
Maybe it's alright, maybe we won't fight anymore
F G Am G F G
Maybe love is waiting at the end of every road
F G
I don't know, I don't know
F G F G F G
And maybe, maybe it's alright
F G Am F G
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