[ Предположительная тональность: Am ] At lines in verses with chord pattern: "Am E Am E7" play E7 only for last 2 beats (half the strumming pattern) So that the line goes like: (one chord is half the beat) Am Am E E Am Am Am E7 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & [Intro] N.C. Am Am Am E [Verse] Am E Am E7 I found a small red boy inside my tummy C G C With three dollars in change and a Milky Way Lite E Am In my occasional pursuit to find something more meaningful F G Than yet another word that rhymes with die Am E Am E7 I cut him out and put him on my table C G C His shallow breathing chest would fall and rise E Am His 'South of Heaven' shirt was way too big for him F G His horns were long and sharp and then he opened up those eyes that said C G Am Am "I am, I am, I am, I am the truth." [Interlude] Am E7 [Verse] Am E Am E7 I showered him with love and adulation C G C One day he was just as tall as me E Am I showed him all the books that I was raised on F G Your Madeleine L'Engle and D'Aulaires' Mythologies Am E Am E7 And in a montage that could warm the heart of Hitler C G C I raised him up so proud and motherly E Am I swore that I was glancing in a mirror F G When in the language that I taught him, oh god, he began to speak, he said C G Am "I am, I am, I am, I am the truth" C G Am Am "I am, I am, I am, I am the truth" [Interlude] Am E7 [Bridge] F G And his eyes became a beacon, an LCD projector E F Broadcasting all my memories in a clear and vivid picture F G His tongue became a staircase, his uvula -- the knocker E F Of an ornate wooden door that led me straight into my future F G His throat became a hallway with a thousand baby pictures E F And I became forgiveness, I transformed into the closure that I lost F G When I learned about the tragedy of all of us E F I lost it when I learned about the tragedy of all of us F G Incorrigible illness in the loved ones hiddenn out of us E F I lost it when I learned about the tragedy of all of us F G I walked through the hallways to a room of only mirrors E F Reflecting me in bondage so I watched myself get freer F I let my horns grow longer G I observed my skin get redder Am My soul became a hammer C I started to feel better F My hatred to turned to pity G My resentment blossomed flowers C E My bitter tasting candy Am G My misery was power F The truth in me grew brighter G My nature and my nurture C No more shame G No more fear Am No more dread F G C I am, I am, I am, I am the truth.