Bowie David - Song For Bob Dylan, аккорды

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Intro: 
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Abm
F#m
E(VII)
Esus4(VII)
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E(VII)
F#m
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Bsus4
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Abm
Hear this Robert Zimmerman
F#m
E(VII)
Esus4(VII)
I wrote a song for you
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Abm
About a strange young man called Dylan
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E(VII)
With a voice like sand and glue
Abm
C#m7
Some words in truthful vengeance
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A
Could pin us to the floor
F#m
E
Brought a few more people on
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B7
Put the fear in a whole lot more Chorus:
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Ah, here she comes
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Here she comes
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Here she comes again
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The same old painted lady
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From the brow of the superbrain
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She 'll scratch this world to pieces
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As she comes on like an friend
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But a couple of songs
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From your old scrapbook
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Could send her home again You gave your heart to every bedsit room At least a picture on the wall Sat behind a million pair of eyes And told them how they saw Then we lost your train of thought The paintings are all your own While troubles are rising We'd rather be scared Together than alone Chorus Repeat intro Now hear this Robert Zimmerman Though I don't suppose we 'll meet Ask your good friend Dylan If he'd gaze a while down the old street Tell him they've lost his poems So they're writing on the walls Give us back our unity Give us back our family
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Abm
You're every nation's refugee
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B
Don't leave us with their sanity Chorus: Ah, here she comes Here she comes Here she comes again The same old painted lady From the brow of the superbrain She 'll scratch this world to pieces As she comes on like an friend But a couple of songs From your old scrapbook Could send her home again
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Couple of songs
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From your old scrapbook
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Could send here home again
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Ah, here she comes
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Here she comes
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Here she comes Outro:
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Abm
F#m
E(VII)
Esus4(VII)
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Abm
F#m
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E