PLAYPLAYD Bm How come these precious things G F#m were made to seem remote D Bm How come the words I weighed G F#m were forced back down my throat D Bm There was no room for honesty G No quarter that was mine F#m No noble cause D Bm I tried to fake a life G F#m To fool those snapping jaws D Bm From here I dare to launch G F#m my flimsy paper boats D Bm I shove each gently from the shore G F#m But I guard it where it floats D Bm They must not drift too far from me G I still sense danger and F#m They are too frail D Bm In time they'll catch the wind G F#m And fly with billowed sail D Bm G F#m Aahh Aaahh D Bm G F#m D Bm They must not drift too far from me G I still sense danger and F#m They are too frail D Bm In time they'll catch the wind G F#m And fly with billowed sail D Bm G F#m
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