Little Trees

Intro:
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D   G   Asus4  A

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Basing everything I say on the red 
read words you've been
A
sending my way,
       D                        
At the end of each day I'll have 
 G                           
lent you a phrase that I've read 
Asus4
to...
                A
regret 'til I'm red in the face.

G
I won't ask for a cure,
          A
not for a verse,
not for a glimpse from the Heavens 
   Em
of Earth,
or the worst of punishments meant 
       Bm
for me first,
or the reasons I've been here for 
            D
seasons and turns,
chasing history round with the 
A
birds,
                   G             
for the secrets in sounds and the 
            D
weeping of work.

D   G   A
D   G   A

D                 G
And I'll learn of the waiting 
release,
      A
or of him the releaser,

commander in chief,
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and police of the purified and of 
the beasts,
        Asus4        A
so what else?

Continúa después del anuncio
D                G
And beyond and beyond and beyond
      A
being bonded to flesh,
And to lessons and questions and 
D
tests,
                    G              
we might see what's left and what's
             Asus4       A
 leaving its weight.

G
I won't ask for a cure,
          A
not for a verse,
not for a glimpse from the Heavens 
   Em
of Earth,
or the worst of punishments meant 
       Bm
for me first,
or the reasons I've been here for 
            D
seasons and turns,
chasing history round with the 
A
birds,
                   G             
for the secrets in sounds and the 
            D
weeping of work.

Solo:
D     G
D     G
D     G
A     Asus4
A     Asus4

D
Deep beneath the ocean waves,
           G
there is a whale or two

as big as you might ever be as 
small.

D
But the wails that a boy brings home
          G
can be as big as the sea,

little trees, or any ocean breeze.

D
Don't make me have to choose which 
side.
               G
There ain't no side to take if 
you're wide
          A       Asus4
awake and free.
          A       Asus4
Awake and free.

D
High above the mountain range
           G
there is a gull or three

as big as me, maybe twice as strong.

D
If I tried to sing 'em this old 
thing
           G
they would sing to me a tweedle dee,

or in so many words.

D                             
They can fly about as high as i 
        G
could ever try
                              A    
to never die, or wonder why I do.
  Asus4

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Why I do
      A          Asus4
Why I do
      A          Asus4
Why I do