Seven O'Clock

[Intro] Em

[Primera Parte]

 G
Seven o'clock in the morning
       C
Got a message from afar
        G/B
Down under an oasis where there are
  C
Dreams still being born
     G
And summer spoke to winter
         C
Relaying all encouraging words
       G/B
And I was fully grateful
            C
Mutant messages were heard

 G
Moved onfrom my despondency
     C
And left it in the bed
      G/B
Do I leave it there still
                   C
Sleeping or maybe kill it better yet?
         G
For this is no time for depression
           C
Or self indulgent hesitance
         G/B
This fucked-up situation
          C                    G   C
Calls for all hands, hands on deck

  G
Freedom is as freedom does
      C
And freedom is a verb
        G/B
They giveth and they taketh and you fight
    C
To keep that what you've earned
    G
We saw the destination
         C
Got so close before its turned
          G/B
Swim sideways from this undertow
     C              G   C
And do not be deterred

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[Estribillo]

A                                Em
  Floodlight dreams go drifting past
G                           D
  All the lies we could've had
A                        Em
  Distant loves floating above
G                                  D
  Close these eyes. They've seen enough

( Em )

[Segunda Parte]

 G
Caught the butterfly, broke its wing
      C
Then put it on display
      G/B
Stripped of all its beauty once it
       C
Could not fly high away
  G
Still alive like a passer-by
     C
Overdosed on gamma rays
          G/B
Another "God's" creation destined
  C               G  C
To be thrown away

 G
Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse
      C
Come forged the north and west
            G/B
Then there's    Sitting Bullshit
        C
As our sitting president
 G                               C
Talking to his mirror, whats he say

What's it say back?
      G/B                       C
A tragedy of errors, who'll be last
           G   C
To have a laugh?

[Estribillo]

A                             Em
  His best days gone, hard to admit
G                                         D
  Throwing angry punches with nothing to hit
A                                  Em
  Luminous thoughts were once all he had
G                          D
  Fading lights, lost eloquence
A                                     Em
  There's still a fire in the engine room
G                              D
  Knows relief will be coming soon

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[Ponte 1]

C#m               D
    What’s to be done
         A               E    C#m
Carve a path for Rivers reign
            D
Much to be done
        A               E
Oceans rising with the waves

 C#m            D
Hold by these thoughts
        A             E
They refuse to slip away
 C#m         D
Hangman in dreamland
  A                 E
About to call your name

( C#m  D  A  E )
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C#m             D
    Much to be done
         A
Much to be
            E
Much to be done
         C#m
Much to be
            D
Much to be done
         A
Much to be
            E
Much to be done

[Final] C#m  D  A