Eminem - Sing For The Moment, аккорды

Intro: 
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Verse:
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These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
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Whose worst fear is a child 
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With dyed hair and who likes earrings
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Like whatever they say has no bearing
     
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It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
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To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
  
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Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
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He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
         
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When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out 
              
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Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
       
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If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
     
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His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back 
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Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap 
   
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He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
     
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His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    
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And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
        
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There's no control, he just let's his emotions go 

Chorus: [Eminem] 
       
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'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
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Sing for the year (Sing it)
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (
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'mon!)
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Sing it with me, Just for today 
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

[Eminem]:
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Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 
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In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum 
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Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 
     
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Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me 
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Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
  
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I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 
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Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate 
         
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It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
          
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Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
       
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Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? 
     
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From standin on corners and porches just rappin  
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To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass 
  
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But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 
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Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
     
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To get they hands on every dime you have 
 
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They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
            
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So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon  
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Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns 
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That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
     
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Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 
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But all they kids be listenin to me religiously 
  
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So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
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They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
        
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If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense 
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It's all political, if my music is literal
    
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And I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 
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I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
         
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You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

Chorus: [Eminem] 
       
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'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
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Sing for the year (Sing it)
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (
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'mon!)
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Sing it with me, Just for today 
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
 
[Eminem]:
         
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They say music can alter moods and talk to you 
            
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Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? 
           
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Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude 
              
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Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued 
               
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See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols 
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and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool 
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Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 
         
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We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales 
          
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You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self 
        
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We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 
               
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It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
        
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to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
             
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That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing 
             
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Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine 
         
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Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long 
        
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Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 
       
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Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 
          
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'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die 
          
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'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 
      
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We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes 
           
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That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it 
  
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Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden 
    
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And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits  
     
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Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 

Chorus: [Eminem] 
       
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C
'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
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Sing for the year (Sing it)
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D#
 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (
C
'mon!)
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G
 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

       
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C
'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
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D#
 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (
C
'mon!)
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G
 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Outro: 
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