Mrs. Potter's Lullaby (Cifrada)

Counting Crows

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Tom: G Intro: G G Cadd9 Dsus4 G Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause Cadd9 Dsus4 that's when it all hurts the most G I dream I never know anyone Cadd9 Dsus4 at the party and I'm always the host Em7 If dreams are like movies, Cadd9 G then memories are films about ghosts Dsus4 You can never escape, Cadd9 G you can only move south down the coast G Dsus4 Cadd9 Dsus4 Hey, Mrs Potter, don't cry Hey, Mrs Potter I don't know why but Hey, Mrs Potter won't you talk to me (Mesmos Acordes dos Versos Anteriores) Well there's a piece of Maria in every song that I sing And the price of a memory is the memory of th sorrow it brings And there is always one last light to turn out and one last bell to ring And the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything Or the elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will ling inside of your head And the ferris whell junkies will spin their forever instead When I see you a blanket of stars covers me in my bed Hey Mrs. Potter, don't go Hey Mrs. Potter I don't know but Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I speak And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep And all the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I need someone to help me sleep So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams It's just a brief interruption of the swirling dust sparkle jet streams Well I know I don't know you...and you're probably not what you seem But I'd sure like to find out so why don't you climb down off that movie screen Hey Mrs. Potter, don't turn Hey Mrs. Potter, I burn for you Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me When the last king of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor And orders another, well I wonder what he did that for... Then when I know that I have to get out 'cause I have been there before So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of stars We stand u in the palace like it's the last of the great Pioneertown bars We shout out these songs against the clang of electric guitars You can see a million miles tonight But you can't get very far Hey Mrs. Potter I won't touch and Hey Mrs. Potter, it's not much but Hey Mrs. Potter won't you talk to me

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