| G | Bm | Itchy | palms, aching | hands |
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| Em | Scratch from the | longing |
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| D | The longing to | leave here tonight. |
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| G | Bm | I met him | here, found | myself |
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| D | He´s just like the | mirror of me. |
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| | C | | Can I | cry all of me through the earth |
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| | D | | So the tears get to | you. |
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Itchy palms, just like him |
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Now that he know we exist. |
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We´re just like each other |
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But placed on the opposite sides |
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Now that we know we exist. |
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Can I cry all of me through the earth |
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You touch like me, I touch like you |
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But we dont touch each other |
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We know that´s the right thing to do |
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With nothing to lose or to gain. |
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Can I cry all of me through the earth |
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