Вступление
[Intro]
Am C Am7 G6sus4 Am C Am7 Cmaj7(9)
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[Verse 1]
You've got these rare days
Am C Am7 Cmaj7(9)
Where you see all things through
Green colored glass and wish
Wish it would be rose glass too
The whole world is a wood then
Am C Am7 Cmaj7(9)
Thick and evergreen
With well arranged alleys that
Lead you through the scene
[Chorus]
All you wanna do is
Lay on that pile of leaves
And check once in a while
On the leaves to keep
And all you gotta do is
Get off that pile of leaves
Off you cosy little spots
Off the things you badly need
[Interlude]
[Verse 2]
Then there's these guys
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cutting the trees of roads
but not off track it seems
you couldn't lose it they built yours
They progress slowly
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but with a certain cool
how you admire that
the lovely taste of breaking rules
[Chorus]
All you wanna do is
Lay on that pile of leaves
And check once in a while
On the leaves to keep
And all you gotta do is
Get off that pile of leaves
Off you cosy little spots
Off the things you badly need
[Bridge]
Am(add9) G6/D Em/B Fmaj/C
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[Verse 3]
Am(add9)
Oh it's so cosy
on that pile of leaves
on their leftovers
the cuttings they cut from the trees
Am(add9)
Oh it's so comfy
they vanish out of view
your golden leaves got rotten they
won't dig for any gold for you
N.C.
won't dig for any gold for you
[Chorus]
All you wanna do is
Lay on that pile of leaves
And check once in a while
On the leaves to keep
And all you gotta do is
Get off that pile of leaves
Off you cosy little spots
Off the things you badly need
And all you gotta do is
get off that pile of leaves
off you cosy little spots
off the things you think you need
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| h Hammer-on
| x Dead note
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