Nortabs

  Instrumental Song


  Am,G. 


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  The days in the schoolyard, when the girls was giggeling high. 
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  The frightned boys were screaming, showing teeth so you would cry.
  Am                                                                  G
  Remember the lonely walking, the hours when the storm came flying in
                                                          Am
  the hurted boy was crying, in the middle of a restless wind. 
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  left alone by his own friends, nobody else to be around. 
  
  those were the days of no talking, those were the days of 
                Am
  instrumental sound. 


  There was never any sunshine, for a boy who was so afraid
  never dared to speak out loud, told not to be so proud. 
  then his hands will be burnt, think of oneself will surely
  kill, chances of gold in the eye. such boy will never come to the sky.
  he was,never that hansom, was never so clever so he would fit in. 
  cursed with unlucky skin, not worth the touch at all. 
  the true genius is silent, no need to show who you are. 
  just walk around and observe how the world will come to an end.