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Transportador
Cor de Fundo
Ferramentas
Tamanho
Tamanho
Altura
Altura
| C G | C G | C G | C G |
C G
Things are falling down on me
C G
Heavy things I could not see
| C G | C G |
C G
When I finally came around
C G
Something small would pin me down
| C G | C G |
F G (hold)
When I try to step aside
I move to where they'd hoped I'd be
| C G | C G |
F C
Vanessa calls me on the phone
F C
Reminding me I'm not alone
F C
I fuss and quake and cavitate
G
I try to speak and turn to stone
F C
Tilly reaches through my vest
F C
To do the thing that she does best
F C
She probes and tears my ventricles
G
Steals my one remaining breath
| C G | C G |
F C
Stumbling as I fall from Grace
F C
She needs my vision to replace
F C
Her ailing sight throughout the night
G
Leaving two holes in my face
F C
Mary was a friend I'd say
F C
'til one summer day
F C
She borrowed everything I owned
G
And then simply ran away,
Chorus
F
oo oo
C
wa aa
F
oo oo
C
wa aa
F
oo oo
C
wa aa
G
wa aa
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