The Paper Kites

The Paper Kites

A Maker Of My Time
nível intermediario
Refer Dadd9 as x57755 

Intro: 

A E x3 
A D 

verse 1: 

A                    F#m 
Held up here, it's a silent fear 
         C#m                     E 
And this space don't take my mind 
  A                   F#m 
A cloudy wake, it's a young mistake 
         C#m          Dadd9 
That I'm clothed in 


A                    F#m 
I can't see when I'm filled with sleep 
       C#m                 E 
It's a golden dream of mine 
    A                   F#m 
But when I rise with my morning eyes 
         C#m          Dadd9 
It's all spoken 


A   F#m                     C#m          
Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 
A   F#m                 C#m          
Taste, the feeling of a fever soul 
F#m          E       B 
All in all I need to get me through 


verse 2: 

A                    F#m 
I still stir, such a war of words 
      C#m              E 
I'm a maker of my time 
A                   F#m 
I feeble man with a broken plan 
       C#m          Dadd9 
Oh I'm loathing 


A                  F#m 
Make my bed on the great unsaid 
       C#m                  E 
And my meekness sends me low 
A                     F#m 
I stood fair, but you still weren't there 
          C#m         Dadd9 
So you've chosen 


A   F#m                     C#m        
Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 
A   F#m                 C#m    
Taste, the feeling of a fever soul 
F#m          E       B 
All in all I need to get me through 


A   F#m                     C#m  
Wait, don't drown it in the waterhole 
A   F#m                 C#m  
Taste, the feeling of a fever soul

Enviado por: Wellysson Ferreira

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