Vincent

Don McLean

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Tom:
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G G4 G G4 G Am A9 Am Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and grey
C D7 G G4 G Look out on a summer's day, with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
G G4 G G4 G Am A9 Am Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and daffodils
C D7 G G4 G Catch the breeze and winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen land
Am D7 G G/F# Em And now I understand what you tried to say to me
Am D7 Em How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free
A7 Am7 D7 G Gsus G They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now
G4 G G4 G Am A9 Am Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze
C D7 G G4 G Swirling clouds in violet haze reflecting Vincent's eyes of china blue
G G4 G G4 G Am A9 Am Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain
C D7 G G4 G Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Am D7 G G/F# Em And now I understand what you tried to say to me
Am D7 Em How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free
A7 Am7 D7 G G4 G They would not listen, they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now
Am D7 G G/F# Em For they could not love you, but still your love was true
Am Cm And when no hope was left in sight on that starry, starry night
G F E7 You took your life as lovers often do
Am C But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was
D7 G G4 G Never meant for one as beautiful as you
G G4 G G4 G Am A9 Am Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls
C D7 G G4 G Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
G G4 G G4 G Am A9 Am Like the strangers that you've met the ragged men in ragged clothes
C D7 G G4 G The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Am D7 G G/F# Em And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
Am D7 Em How you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free
A7 Am7 D7 G G4 G G4 G They would not listen, they're not listening still, perhaps they never will
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Composição: Don McLean

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