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Em7No B7cloud, a sE/Gleepy calm,
A7SunbGaked earth that's F#m7cooled by gentle B6breeze,
And trees F#m9with rustling B7leaves,
Only E7endless days wiE7thout a care,
BmNothing must be Em7done.
B7Silent as a E/Gday can be,
A7Far-Goff sounds of F#m7others on B6their chosen run
F#m9As they B7do all those E7things
E7/9-
they feel give life some meaning,
BmEven if they're Em7dull.
It's D7time to stop C/Dthis G/Ddreaming,
must reD7join the C/Dreal G/Dworld
D7As revealed C/Dby G/Dorange lights
D7and a smoky C/Dat - G/Dmosphere.
CmBbFBbCD/CBF
The Ebmtrees and I are Bshaken by
the Bbmsame wind but whereCas
The B7trees will lose their Ebmwithered leaves,
I Bbmjust can't seem to G#m7let them loose.
EbmAnd they can't reBfresh me
those Bbmhot winds of the Csouth.
B7Oh IBb feel like an C#/Galien,
a sB7tranBbger in an C#/Galien place.
B7Now the light is E/Gfading fast,
A7ChanGces slip aF#m7way, a time will B6come to pass
F#m9When there'll be B7none,
Then aE7ddicted to a E7perfumed poison,
BmBetrayed by its afterEm7taste,
D7Oh we shall lose C/Dthe wG/Donder
and find D7nothing in C/Dre - G/Dturn.
D7Many are C/Dthe G/Dsubstitutes
but they're D7powerless C/Don their G/Down.
CmBbFBbCD/CBF
EbmBeware the Bfisherman who's Bbmcasting out his Cline
B7Into a dried up Ebmriver bed,
But don't Bbmtry to tell him 'cos he G#m7won't believe you.
EbmThrow some bread to the Bducks instead, it's Bbmeasier that Cway.
B7I feel like an Ebmalien,
a sBbmtranger in an G#m7alien place.
EbmThe trees and I are Bshaken by the Bbmsame wind but whCereas
B7The trees will lose their Ebmwithered leaves,
I Bbmjust can't seem to G#m7let them loose.
EbmAnd they can't reBfresh me those Bbmhot winds of the Csouth.
B7I feel like an Ebmalien,
a sBbmtranger in an G#m7alien place.
EbmBBbmCB7EbmBbmG#m7
Contribuição: Daniel Ericeira(email protected)
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