The Real Teclado

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I dont know the real from what i thought i saw 
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I cant remember where i went, where i was 

( F#m  Bm  A  E  F#m ) (2x) 

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I'm gonna move toward a point in time 
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Where where you are is a state of mind 

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And anytime I can read your thoughts, Some of them yours and some I thought of 

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Theres no good reason for a heartbreak, nothing's repeating every Monday 
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Its no good saying you'll always be mine 
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These jokes life's playing they make me so tired so tired. 

( F#m  Bm  A  Dmaj7 )  (2x) 

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It's already to much to always see you off 
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The sense that hours go back is enough 

( F#m  Bm  A  E  F#m )  (2x) 

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I like to fade when I write this line 
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There's every reason to paint a decline 
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And every mile i walk is five 
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I'll get where I'm going in the next life 
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And all the while there's a false face 
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This every killing is left untraced 

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This kind of falling saved my son 
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This constant longing for what's gone 

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Whats gone