Poets Of The Fall - False Kings, аккорды

[Intro]
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G
 
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[Verse 1]
Bm
                       
A
  Getting lost singing their song
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G
 
F#
  Caught up in all I've done
Bm
                               
A
  It's all I know, but not what I need
G
                 
F#
  
G
      
F#
  Cut by my love, cut till I bleed


[Chorus]
            
Bm
So I want to run to your shelter tonight
A
Run to the shelter tonight
G
United in silent resistance
  
F#
   
Em
            
F#
Of bowing to false kings

          
Bm
So let me run to your shelter tonight
A
Run from this meaningless pantomime
     
G
I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence
  
F#
     
G
        
F#
Of bowing to false kings


[Verse 2]
Bm
                               
A
   Bought their smiles, liquid and smooth
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G
  
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   Took their words for the truth
Bm
                 
A
   Edge of light and shade
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G
      
F#
   My broken soul once more enslaved


[Chorus]
            
Bm
So I want to run to your shelter tonight
A
Run to the shelter tonight
G
United in silent resistance
F#
     
Em
          
F#
Of bowing to false kings

F#
        
Bm
So let me run to your shelter tonight
A
Run from this meaningless pantomime
G
I see the false kings

I see that all this
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G
Must end


[KODA]
G
                                
A
  When there's no love in my embrace
      
Bm
                       
Cold blood runs through my veins
      
Em
If I soar without grace
               
G
 
F#
Do I still soar?

             
Em
                 
A
  I need the love in your embrace
      
Bm
     
Open doors, brand new ways
       
G
        
End my wars and erase
        
A
    
F#
And I'm yours


[Chorus]
                
G
   So I want to run to your shelter tonight
Bm
Run to the shelter tonight
G
United in silent resistance
F#
       
G
         
F#
Of bowing to false kings

          
G
                          
A
So let me run to your shelter tonight
Bm
                             
A
Run from this meaningless pantomime
     
G
                                     
D
I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence


[Outro]
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Bm
Yes, I wined and, and I dined on, on that cyanide