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The Collection is a collection of chaunters and cantatrices collectively carousing carols by a close to competent composer enciting colloquial celebrations with christ, citizens, criminals and miscreants.
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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!
[Verse 1]
Am F C
I've held birds with broken wings
Am F C
Between all my changing leaves
Am F C
Keep my branches strong to hold their perch
Am F C
But my roots can't seem to quench my thirst
[Instrumental]
Am C Am F C G
[Verse 2]
Am F C
And the birds hate us naked trees
Am F C
It's our honesty that makes them leave
Am F
While the dark flock hovers
C G Am F C
Wondering what would help me keep my big mouth shut
[Chorus]
F C Am
And I will always tame my mind
F C Am
What hand grafts us to what vine?
F C Am
While the stars quietly speak
F C
Of mystery
F C
Or futility
F C
Which will keep me steady on my feet?
[Instrumental]
Am C Am F C
[Verse 3]
Am F C
You have built nests from all of my bark
Am F C
For too long to tell us apart
Am F C
But my branches always seem to break
Am F C
When I look for you inside their shapes
[Chorus]
F C Am
And the earth will never tame its mind
F C Am
What foot crushed us to what wine?
F C Am
While the ocean loudly speaks
F C
Of creativity
F C
Or vanity
F C
But which will keep me steady on my feet?
[End]
C F C
But they say, "You ask too many questions
F G Am
You start too many fires
F C
You dream of resurrection
F C G C
But you're too scared to die"
Am F C
I've held birds with broken wings
Am F C
Between all my changing leaves
Am F C
Keep my branches strong to hold their perch
Am F C
But my roots can't seem to quench my thirst
[Instrumental]
Am C Am F C G
[Verse 2]
Am F C
And the birds hate us naked trees
Am F C
It's our honesty that makes them leave
Am F
While the dark flock hovers
C G Am F C
Wondering what would help me keep my big mouth shut
[Chorus]
F C Am
And I will always tame my mind
F C Am
What hand grafts us to what vine?
F C Am
While the stars quietly speak
F C
Of mystery
F C
Or futility
F C
Which will keep me steady on my feet?
[Instrumental]
Am C Am F C
[Verse 3]
Am F C
You have built nests from all of my bark
Am F C
For too long to tell us apart
Am F C
But my branches always seem to break
Am F C
When I look for you inside their shapes
[Chorus]
F C Am
And the earth will never tame its mind
F C Am
What foot crushed us to what wine?
F C Am
While the ocean loudly speaks
F C
Of creativity
F C
Or vanity
F C
But which will keep me steady on my feet?
[End]
C F C
But they say, "You ask too many questions
F G Am
You start too many fires
F C
You dream of resurrection
F C G C
But you're too scared to die"
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The Color Morale
The Color Purple
The Color Wild
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