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Composição Buck, Mills, Stipe G Turning on the TV and what do I see? F# A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me ? wow! G I?d have thought by now we would be ready to proceed But a tearful hymn to tug the heart F# And a man-sized wreath ? ow! Am Throw it on the fire D Throw it in the air Bm E Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don?t care, oh Am G D Give me some G Wave the palms, still the arms, fists in the air F# A motorcade of a night-string(?) shows the people that you care ? ow! G Nature abhors a vacuum but what?s between your ears? Your judgement cluttered with fearful thoughts F# A headlights and a deer ? ow! Am Throw it on the fire D Throw it in the air Bm E Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don?t care, oh Am G D Give me some G Well I?m not deceived by pomp and odious conceit But a tearful hymn to tug the heart F# And a man-sized wreath-ow! Am Throw it on the fire D Throw it in the air Bm E Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don?t care, oh Am Look at what I?ve found D Everybody look around Bm E Everybody looking like they just don?t care Am Throw it on the fire D Throw it in the air Bm E Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don?t care, oh Am G D Give me some Am G D Give me some Am G D Give me some Am G D
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