Here is a nice song from Sean Lennon and Charlotte Kemp Muhl
This is my first tab, hope you'll enjoy it
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INTRO : 
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VERSE 1 :

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When the world gets dizzy, from spinning around
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gravity gets tired of holding everything down.
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When the foul prick of time's unraveling like twine.
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And all roads lead to Rome and there're no words left to rhyme.


CHORUS :

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We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
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And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for 
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men.
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Every tree's pressed into money, and everything tastes the same.
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And everyone agrees and everything has a name.
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When the fish have turned to frogs, and the ocean is our clouds.
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I'll remember how you looked walking barefoot through the crowd.



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We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
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And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for 
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men.
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Now nothing's left between us, besides blood and air,
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and every last circle has been turned into a square.
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There are no cigarettes in the pockets of your vest.
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No more hellos or goodbyes, no more secrets to confess.



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We'll make kites from our bones and make shoes from our skin,
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And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for 
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men.
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