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Acordes de guitarra Intermedio
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Ab What a scene Ab There's the blood C Fm Theres the blood on the floor Ab On the floor Ab And on the bed Cm Fm On the bed through the door Ab C Db Through the door, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four Ab C Fm Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore Ab Ive felt better C Fm It has to be this weather Ab Or could it be we put C Fm The whole world through the shredder? Ab Cm Fm D Chasing up, making up time that we never had Ab Youngsters should plan ahead C Fm That or they're good as dead Interlude Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo) Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo) (Hey!) Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo) Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)Ab What a scene Ab There's the blood C Fm Theres the blood on the floor Ab On the floor Ab And on the bed Cm Fm On the bed through the door Ab C Db Through the door, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four Ab C Fm Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore Ab Don't need a reason C Db You see it in the seasons Ab The rising of the ocean C Fm The rise in the degrees and Ab Mars ain't the answer, were C Db All getting cancer, were Ab All hurting others, our Fm Db Mothers and brothers Ab What's the point? Ab Whats the point? C Fm All the moves have been played Ab Everyone has a seat C Fm To the end of the days Ab C Fm Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four Ab Time may be fake C Fm But we don't have any more Interlude Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo) Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo) (Hey!) Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo) Ab C Fm (Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)Db Eb Ab I hate to be so cynical Ab To break your heart Fm To steal your soul Db Eb Ab But as long as nobody's listening Ab Fm This fate of ours is worsening Db Eb Ab I hate to be so cynical Ab To break your heart Fm To steal your soul Db Eb Ab But as long as nobody's listening Ab Fm This fate of ours is worsening Ab What a scene Ab There's the blood C Fm Theres the blood on the floor Ab On the floor Ab And on the bed Cm Fm On the bed through the door Ab C Bbm Through the door, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four Ab C Cm Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore Ab What's the point? Ab Whats the point? C Fm All the moves have been played Ab Everyone has a seat C Fm To the end of the days Ab C Bbm Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four Ab Time may be fake C But we don't have any more
Enviado por: Jesse Gomes
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