[Intro] A Bm D AA Bm D A Lover, I remember laying out a mapF#m Bm E Throwing our possessions in the vanA Bm Your tapes piled on the backseatD A And a camera in your handF#m Bm E A Dressed for our arrival in the StrangelandF#m A Strangeland blindD You got no reasonE You got no rhymeF#m Bm You get no time to put things rightF#m To put things rightA Bm You drove across the borderD A As the winter rains ran dryF#m Bm E And, only fit for birdsong, filled the skyContinúa después del anuncioA Bm You threw your head back screamingD A As we raced across wet sandF#m Bm E A And lept into the waters of the StrangelandF#m A Strangeland blindD You got no reasonE You got no rhymeF#m Bm You get no time to put things rightF#m To put things rightA Bm You wound the rope around meD A And you pulled the knots in tightF#m Bm E And shook me like a bad dream from your sightA Bm And now the things I’ve done to forget youD A Well, it’s not what I had plannedA Bm E A The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the StrangelandF#m A Strangeland blindD You got no reasonE You got no rhymeF#m Bm You get no time to put things right To put thingsF#m A Strangeland dreamsD E You tore my baby away from meF#m Bm We get no time to put things rightF#m To put things rightF#m Bm You get no time to put things rightF#m To put things rightBm To put things rightF#m To put things right
Strangeland
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Composición: Tim Oxley Rice, Thomas Chaplin, Richard Hughes y Jesse Quin
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