The Black Angels - Sunday Evening, аккорды

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Начало
E
 E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
  A
  A#
  B

Куплет
B
What if I told you  that everything you know
B
Isn't even really  true?
F#
I don't think that you think much, Do ya?
F#
You don't think that I notice, Do ya?
B
And if I told you that nothing matters in the end
B
I'm not sure if you care much, Do ya?
B
I don't guess that you scare much, Do ya?

До припева
C#
     F#
                         E
I'm so tired of those fears I have, dear
C#
     F#
                         E
I'm so tired of those fears we have, dear

Припев
B
I can Do what you can
B
      F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
        B
Even if my pockets broke too
         F#
                      B
I can Do anything that you can do

Куплет
B
One day, some Sunday, you'll realize you taste death
B
And just one day away from you
F#
Then I think that you care more, won't ya?
F#
I'm pretty sure that you'll pay more, won't ya?
B
Well, who would you ask if you had to find the truth?
F#
I don't know that you know much, Do ya?
F#
Not that anyone does, now Do they?

До припева
C#
     F#
                           E
I'm so tired of your fears you have, dear
C#
   F#
                           E
I Am tired of those fears we have, dear
C#
      F#
                                E
We're on fire 'cause those fears they have, dear

Припев
B
I can Do what you can
B
       F#
Even if my beliefs are broken
        B
Even if my pockets broke too
        F#
I can Do anything that you can do
B
Looking into the future
        F#
I got a wild thought in my head
            B
It turns me up like a fightin' machine
           F#
                         B
It Turn me off like a worship machine

Конец
E
 Eb
 E
 Eb
 E
   A
 Ab
 A
 Ab
 A
 Ab
E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
Show someone else your loin
A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
Watch their head hit the floor
E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
  E
  Eb
Pray to, pray what for
A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
  A
  Ab
Watch all heads hit the floor
G#
  G
  G#
  G
  G#
  G
  G#
Keys, all gold and more
F#
  F
  F#
  F
  F#
  F
  F#
Love us, not what for
F
All the way past Sunday evening
E
        Eb
All the way to Monday's door