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Tom: G

Verso 1:

  G                      Am7
I write this alone on my bed;
              C                 G
I've poisoned every room in the house.
    G                       Am7
The place is quiet and so a-lone,
               C                       G
Pretend theres something worth waiting for.

G                          Am7
 Theres nothing nice in my head;
          C                   G
The adult world took it all a-way.
  G                            Am7
I wake up with same spit in my mouth;
         Bb                    G
I cannot tell if it's real, or not.

Refrão 1:

G  C          Cm                 G
    I try and walk in a straight line.
G  C       Cm              G
    An imi-tation of digni-ty.
G  C  Cm               G
       From despair to where?
G   C  Cm               G 
        From despair to where?


(G  Am7  C  G) 2x

Verso 2:

    G                 Am7
Out-side open mouthed crowds,
          C                    G
Pass each other, as if they're drugged.
     G                     Am7
Down pale corridors of rou-tine,
      C              G
Where life falls una-toned.

G                   Am7
 The weak kick like straw,
          C                    G
'Till the world means less and less.
G                  Am7
 Words are never e-nough;
     Bb                   G 
Just cheap tarnished glit-ter.

Refrão 2:

G  C          Cm                 G
    I try and walk in a straight line.
G  C       Cm              G
    An imi-tation of digni-ty.
G  C  Cm               G
       From despair to where?
G   C  Cm
        From despair to...



Em      Eb5  D5  A, C  G, B
 Where...

(Em  Eb5  D5  A  C  G  B) 2x

Refrão 3:

G  C          Cm                  G
    A cripple walks in a straight line.
G  C       Cm              G
    An imi-tation of digni-ty.
G  C, Cm               G
       From despair to where?
G   C, Cm              G
        From despair to where?