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[Intro]
[Estrofa]
G*          D 
Won't say I love you babe 
G*           D 
Won't say I need you babe 
D                A 
But I'm going to get you babe 
        G               D 
and I will not do you wrong
[Estrofa]
G*              D 
Living's mostly wasting time 
G*              D 
and I waste my share of mine 
D               A 
but it never feels too good 
   G                    D 
so let's not take too long
[Estribillo]
        G       D               G       A 
You're soft as glass, and I'm a gentle man 
D                 A 
we got the sky to talk about 
        G            D 
and the world to lie upon
[Estrofa]
G*            D 
Days up and down they come 
G*             D 
like rain on a conga drum 
D            A 
forget most, remember some 
    G              D 
but don't turn none away.
[Estrofa]
G*            D 
Everything is not enough 
G*             D 
nothing is too much to bear 
D                 A 
where you been is good and gone 
        G                  D 
all you keep's the getting there.
[Estribillo]
   G          D    G       A 
To live is to fly, low and high 
D                     A 
so shake the dust off of your wings 
        G                 D 
and the sleep out of your eyes.
[Estrofa]
G*              D 
It's goodbye to all my friends 
G*           D 
It's time to go again 
D                A 
Think of all the poetry 
        G                D 
and the pickin' down the line.
[Estrofa]
G*            D 
I'll miss the system here 
G*                       D 
the bottom's low and the treble's clear 
D                   A 
but it don't pay to think too much 
       G                D 
on the things you leave behind.
[Estribillo]
     G   D        G          A 
I may be gone but I won't be long 
D                         A 
I'll be bringing back the melody 
        G             D 
and the rhythm that I find.
[Estrofa]
G*         D 
We all got holes to fill 
G*              D 
and them holes are all that's real 
D                A 
some fall on you like a storm 
    G                  D 
sometimes you dig your own
[Estrofa]
G*                D 
But the choice is yours to make 
G*              D 
And the time is yours to take 
D         A 
some dive into the sea 
     G             D 
some toil upon the stone.
[Estribillo]
   G          D    G       A 
To live is to fly, low and high 
D                     A 
so shake the dust off of your wings 
        G                 D 
and the sleep out of your eyes 
D                     A 
so shake the dust off of your wings 
        G                 D 
and the tears out of your eyes