Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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They burn that hillside black
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They lay the maple down on It's back
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For just one stardust stone
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Sleeping innocent below.
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But they'll run when the warm rain comes
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Roaring with the thunder
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I'll rise up from the murky mud
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When the summer storm begins the flood.
[Verse 2]
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I'll hide way up high
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Until the water runs down the pike
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To wash aside all the parasites
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And take the valley back alive.
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The Tug flows and the rubbish floats
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to hang up on the high oak
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The power goes to the undergrowth
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When the summer storm begins to blow.
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[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Free me, let me go
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They don't recognize a precious stone
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I'll lay low 'til the wet wind blows
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To take me tumblin' down the road
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The wood vines make it hard to fly
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The anchor holds my rope down
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There's no use trying to make it out alive
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And like a summer storm I've gotta roam.
[Outro]
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[Verse 1]
E A E
They burn that hillside black
E A E
They lay the maple down on It's back
E A
For just one stardust stone
E
Sleeping innocent below.
E A E
But they'll run when the warm rain comes
A E B
Roaring with the thunder
E A E
I'll rise up from the murky mud
E
When the summer storm begins the flood.
[Verse 2]
E A E
I'll hide way up high
E A E
Until the water runs down the pike
E A E
To wash aside all the parasites
E
And take the valley back alive.
E A E
The Tug flows and the rubbish floats
A E B
to hang up on the high oak
E A E
The power goes to the undergrowth
E
When the summer storm begins to blow.
E E E
[Instrumental]
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E A E
E A E
E
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A E B
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[Verse 3]
E A E
Free me, let me go
E A E
They don't recognize a precious stone
E A E
I'll lay low 'til the wet wind blows
E
To take me tumblin' down the road
E A E
The wood vines make it hard to fly
A E B
The anchor holds my rope down
E A E
There's no use trying to make it out alive
E
And like a summer storm I've gotta roam.
[Outro]
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Joel Veitch
Joel Weldon
Joel Y Brian
Joelistics
Joergen Reenberg