Tom: C#5

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I liked the way my hand looked on your head
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In the presence of my knuckles
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But the beauty of this vision alone

Just like yesterday's sunset
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Has been perverted by the sentimental

And mistaken for love
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The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies, the armies I have created
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Will always hate it
            B5    
Will always bait you on

I liked the way my hand looked on your head

In the presence of my struggle

But the beauty of this vision alone

I can't shake from my tree just yet

It keeps invading all my private moments

Listen to me now
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Do not see their flags

Do not see their flags
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Do not see their flags
                 A5
Do not see their flags
               E5
Deep inside my head
                 A5
Do not see their flags
    E5                               A5
The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies, the armies I have created

Will always hate it, will always bait you on
                  F#5      C#5
Do not see their flags