Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C

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On a morning from a Bogart movie
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In a country where they turn back time
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You go strolling through the crowd
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Like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
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She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
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Running like a water-color in the rain
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Don`t bother asking for explanations
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She`ll just tell you that she came in The Year Of
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The Cat
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She doesn`t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow till your sense of which direction
completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
There`s a hidden door she leads you to
"These days" she says "I feel my life just like a
river running through the Year Of The Cat"
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Well she looks at you so cooly and her eyes shine
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like the moon in the sea She comes in incens and 
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patchouli So you take her to find what`s waiting 
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inside  the Year Of The Cat
3.
Well morning comes and you`re still with her
And the bus and the tourists are gone
And you`ve thrown away your choice and lost your 
ticket so you have to stay on
But the drumbeat strains of the night
remain in the rhythm of the new born day
You know sometime you`re bound to leave her
but for now you`re gonna stay in the Year Of The Cat