Capo 1
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In Rio the air is still warm in November
DG
Blowing along by the bay
BmD
And you're locked in the bathroom of some rented palace
GF#mEm
Washing the traces away
GD
I wonder if you could have grown up an athlete
F#mBm
Breathless and lonely and free
GD
But there you are clubbing in darkened sunglasses
GABmBmDG
Working it out on TV
DG
They showed me the pictures, they gave me the story
DG
Saw you splashed over the screen
BmD
Saw you wrapped in a sheet like the ghost at the feast
GF#mEm
As they dragged you away from the scene
GD
Out in the crowd by the Copacabana
F#mBm
Pushing your way through the press
GD
For God's sake be quiet, there's nobody listening
GABmDG
There's no one about to confess
DG
Is this what you dreamed, then?
DA
Is this what you had in mind?
BmDG
Did you buy your own ticket or were you just strapped to the ride?
BmDG
If I sent you a postcard, who would send back the reply?
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