[Intro] DD A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone A mean idea to call my own Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young There's time to teach, point to point Point observation, children carry reservationsG Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me coldF# A D A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds flyD Singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song Standing on the shoulders of giants everybody's looking on (Old don't lay so still you're not yet young)G Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me coldF# A B A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly awayE B E D Away... awaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyieeeeeeeD I am king of all I see, my kingdom for a voice Old man don't lay so still, you're not yet young There's time to teach, point to point Point observation, children carry reservationsG Standing on the shoulders of giants leaves me cold, leaves me coldF# A D A mean idea to call my own, a hundred million birds fly awayD Everybody hit the ground. Everybody hit the ground
King Of Birds
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Composição: Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe e Bill Berry
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