• A
  • D
  • E
  • F#m
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Tono:
Intro: (use these chords during verses, you can hit the F#m & E an octave lower for the chorus for a good sound)
D A E E|----5-------5-------7----7-9-10s12--| B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-9-10------------| G|----7-------6-------9---------------| x3 D|----7-------7-------9---------------| A|----5-------7-------7---------------| E|----5-------5-------7---------------| F#m E|----5-------5-------9------7--------| B|----7-5h7-5-5-5h7-5-10-----9--------| G|----7-------6-------11-----9--------| D|----7-------7-------11-----9--------| A|----5-------7-------9------7--------| E|----5-------5-------9------7--------|
Verse:
A F#m I’m coming into your town.
E A Night is falling to the ground,
F#m E D but I can still see where you loved yourself
A D before he tore it all down. April 12th,
A D with nobody else around; you were outside the house
E F#m (where’s your mother?),
E A F#m when he put you in the car,
E A when he took you down the road.
F#m E D And I can still see where it was open,
A D the door he slammed closed. It was open,
A D E the door he slammed closed. It was open, long ago. Chorus:
A E F#m But don’t lose me now, don’t lose me now.
D A Though I know that I’m not useful anyhow,
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F#m E just let me stick around
A E while I tell you, like before,
F#m D A you should say his name the way that he said yours.
F#m E But you don't want to say his name anymore. Oh, Cynda Moore. Intro
F#m E A Baby daughter on the road,
F#m E A you’re wrapped up warm in daddy’s coat.
F#m E D And I can still see the cigarette’s heat.
A D I can’t believe all that you're telling me,
A D what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth
E as you’re telling me “forget it.”
F#m E A But if I could tear his throat,
F#m E A and spill his blood between my jaws,
F#m E and erase his name out for good,
D don’t you know that I would?
A Don't you realize that I wouldn’t pause,
D A that I would cut him down with my claws
D E if I could have somehow never let that happen?
A E Or I’d call, some black midnight,
F#m D A fuck up his new life where they don’t know what he did,
F#m E tell his brand-new wife and his second kid.
A E Though I tell you, like before,
F#m D A that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
F#m E you want no part of his life anymore. Oh Cynda Moore, Intro
A E F#m don’t lose me now, let me help you out.
D A Though I know that I can’t help anyhow,
F#m E when I watch you I’m proud.
A E When I tell you twice before
F#m D A that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours,
F#m E you want no part of his life anymore.
D A E oh Cynda Mo - ore.
D A E And it’ll never be the way it was before,
D A E but I wish that you would let me through that door.
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Composición: Will Sheff

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