Tom: C#m

C#m
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
    E                               F#
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
            A    
Will always hate it
            B    
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
                 E    
Do not see their flags
                 A
Do not see their flags
               E
Deep inside my head
                 A
Do not see their flags
    E                               A
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#      C#m
Do not see their flags