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Tom: G

G                D             C              G        D
Come sail your ships around me, and burn your bridges down
G                D               C             G      D
We make a little history, baby, everytime you come around
G                D           C              G         D
Come loose your dogs upon me, and let your hair hang down
G                  D           C               G      D
You are a little mystery to me, everytime you come around


C                  G         D
 We talk about it all night long
C               G      D
 We define our moral grounds
Em                 G
 But when I crawl into your arms
 C                 G        D
 Everything comes tumbling down.