Cifra de Sound And Fury - Margo Cilker
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Afinação: E A D G B ETecla: ACapotraste: Sem capotraste
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Tell me where you’re going
D
Ask what I’m doing
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Wonder how it’s coming along
It’s a piece of a puzzle
It’s a midnight struggle
I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone
[Verse 2]
Steve’s in Manhattan
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Will’s down in Houston
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Sometimes the tables don’t turn
The start of your suffering
Is the end of your wondering
I’m smoking, I’m smoking, I have burned
[Verse 3]
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Tell me where you’re going
D
Ask what I’m doing
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Wonder if I’m coming along
It’s a piece of a puzzle
It’s a melody muddled
I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
It comes down the Selway
Rolls into the Lochsa
To make its Pacific return
The state of your mind
Shouldn’t keep you from kindness
I’m teaching, I’m teaching, I have learned
[Verse 5]
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Tell me where you’re going
D
Ask what I’m doin
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Wonder how it’s moving along
It’s a sound and a fury
It signifies nothing
I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone
[Interlude]
Ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 6]
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Banjo for strumming
Black American woman
The gatekeeper’s footing disturbed
It’s a song down the ages
It’s a tearing of pages
I’m listening, I’m listening, I have heard
[Verse 7]
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Tell me where you’re going
D
Ask what I’m doing
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Wonder how it’s taken this long
It’s a shirt we’ve been offered
From the backs of our mothers
I’m going, I’m going, I’m gone
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 8]
It’s the Wreck at Los Gatos
My home in Los Altos
The apricots’ yearly return
It’s the saints at the river
It’s a Trinity swimmer
Oh, glory, oh, glory, my Lord