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Capo na terceira casa
F
Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind,
C
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says 'The end
F
Is coming soon,' but not soon enough.
C
Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff.
Bb Bb A Bb G
'Cause if Robert's dad is right,
Bb Bb A Bb G
We might not make it through the night,
Bb Bb A Bb G
And I'd hate to go alone.
C C Bb C A C G
Please pick up the phone.
Well a box of red, and a pill or three,
And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company.
I wish you were here. I wish I was too.
I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do.
You don't want me anymore,
Since fame and fortune broke down our door.
You don't give me no respect.
What did I expect?
F Gm Bb C
If that phone don't ring one more time,
F Gm Bb C
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
F Gm Bb C
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
F Gm Bb C F Gm Bb C
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.
Bridge solo- Gm Bb F C repeat
end on Gm Go back to F and C for verse
Her hands are cold, her breath is warm,
She's a port in a storm.
I'm worried now, but it won't be long.
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song.
I've got issues, yeah.
Like I miss you, yeah.
And I wish I weren't so thick.
I'm making myself sick.
If that phone don't ring one more time,
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.
Written by Old 97's