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[Intro ] D#7 D#m D#7
[Verso 1]
D#7(#9) Weight of what I hold D#7(#9) But its too small to count, small and bound
[Refrão]
D#7 D#7(#9) Not a chance you could believe D#7(#9) But such a size, they told me
[Verso 2]
D#m So weighing carbon Im told was something more for stability D#m Kind of like carbon was made for some special role D#m Existing in 99 of every serving in the natural world D#m It could be measured as close to right D#m But who ever needed perfectly so?
[Refrão]
D#7 D#7(#9) Not a chance to grasp and see D#7(#9) D#m But such a size, they told me so D#m D#7 Told me so D#7
[Verso 3]
D#7(#9) Well, to try to count D#7(#9) Well I would long grow old, told me so D#7(#9) Wed be overcome D#7(#9) If there could be that much, even small
[Verso 4]
D#m So weighing carbon was worth the time to call it all purposeful D#m But whats the purpose in whats not seen D#m Only talk? Outro D#7
Enviado por: Bruna Blazkowski
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