Annabelle Dinda

The Hand

Annabelle Dinda

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Am                         G                           F7M 
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor 
F7M                            G 
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer 
Am                       G                           F7M 
Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer 
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Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here 

Am                           G 
A hand, a spike, a physical fight 
                            F7M 
A flash of light, a curtain 
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A toll, a tithe, the passage of time 
                          Am 
A height, a dive, a burden 
Am                          G 
A girl, a night, a typical type 
                    F7M 
A siren in the water 
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A scroll, a nod, a message from God 
                    Am 
A son, a Holy Father 

 Am                        G                           F7M 
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy 
F7M                           G                           Am 
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself 
 Am                   G                                    F7M 
Every time I open my mouth, I think: Wow, what a loud noise 
                           G                          Am 
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed 

Am                               G 
The hand, the pen, the writing again 
                          F7M 
The wind around the willow 
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The felt, the ice, the passage of time 
                           Am 
The melting down the window 
 Am                                 G 
The now, the then, the thinking of when 
                       F7M 
The bottle in the ocean 
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The strike, the pause 
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The message from God forbid she shows emotion 

Am                     G 
This isn't rage, it's worth a mention 
F7M               G 
This is a fake internal tension 
Am                       G 
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion 
F7M                       G 
And stand on its back to gauge attention 
Am                    G 
This isn't rage, it's too specific 
F7M                G 
I like to hate symbolic limits 
 Am                    G 
This is no statement, I'm complicit 
 Am                   G 
This is a dream, God put me in it 

Am                            G 
A hand, a spike, a physical fight 
                          F7M 
The wind around the willow 
F7M                                 G 
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time 
                           Am 
The melting down the window 
Am                                   G 
The now, the then, the thinking of when 
                      F7M 
The siren in the water 
F7M                                G 
A strike, a pause, a message from God 
                              Am 
Does that make me His daughter? 

Am                            G 
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump 
                      F7M 
A score under the wire 
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Just sweep me up, just sweep me up 
                        Am 
And take me somewhere higher 
Am                              G 
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up 
                            F7M 
And take me somewhere higher 
F7M                              G 
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up 
                           Am 
And take me somewhere higher

Enviado por: Bruna Blazkowski

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