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The Real by John Frusciante Tuning: Standard Tab by: Brodie Widdifield Date: October 8th/06
I F#mdont know the Bmreal from what Ai thought Ei saw I cant remember where i went, where i was
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F#mI'm gonna Bmmove toward a pAoint in tEimeF#m F#mWhere where you Bmare is a stAate of miEnd
BmAnd anytAime I can Eread your F#mthoughts, SBmome of them Ayours and Esome I F#mthought of F#mTheres no good rEeason for a hDmaj7eartbreak, F#mnothing's repeatiEng every MonDmaj7day F#mIts no good sayiBmng you'll alAways be mDmaj7ine F#mThese joBmkes life's plAaying they make me soDmaj7 tired so tired. F#m Bm A Dmaj7 F#m Bm A Dmaj7
F#mIt's already to Emuch to alwaAys see you Eoff F#mThe sense that hEours go backA is enough E
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F#mI like to Bmfade when IA write this lEinF#me F#mThere's every reBmason to pAaint a declEine BmAnd everAy mile i wEalk is fivF#me I'll get Bmwhere I'm goAing in theE next lF#mife F#mAnd all the whilEe there's a Dmaj7false face F#mThis every killEing is left Dmaj7untraced
F#mThis kind of falBmling saved myA son Dmaj7 F#mThis constant loBmnging for whaAt's gone Dmaj7
F#m Bm A E 5x Whats gone