The Builders - Black Dresses, аккорды

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Little sister, there's blood on the tracks,
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And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back,
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To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.

G
And the kettle got hot, and it boiled and it steamed,
C
And you can't run away from the worst of your dreams,
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They'll string you up when you're tryin' to fall fast asleep.

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She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never cried in the morning.
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She's got a bottle in paper
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So she can forget her name.
G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never smiled in the morning.
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She's got a bottle in paper
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G
So she can forget her name.

G
Well her home town was built by a few greedy men,
C
And people tell me she was descended from them.
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She's been playin' in the darkness ever since she was a kid.

G
And she doesn't mourn for her man's come and gone,
C
She's worn the color of black all along,
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And she was born with a stone where there shoulda been a heart.

G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never cried in the morning.
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She's got a bottle in paper
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G
So she can forget her name.
G
She wore black dresses [black dresses]
C
And she never smiled in the morning.
G
She's got a bottle in paper
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G
 
So she can forget her name.

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Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
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I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name.
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Did you ever meet a girl who was born the victim of a name?
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G
           
C
I know, 'cuz I'm a boy who was born the victim of a name.

G
Little sister, there's blood on the tracks,
C
And a lit cigarette but you're not comin' back,
G
                           
G
                     
G
To a town that was built on black gold and iron ore.

G
She wore black dresses
C
And she never cried in the morning.
G
She's got a bottle in paper
G
                     
G
So she can forget her name.
G
She wore black dresses
C
And she never smiled in the morning.
G
She's got a bottle in paper
G
                     
G
 
So she can forget her name.

G
She's got a bottle in paper
G
                     
G
So she can forget her name.
G
 
She's got a bottle in paper
G
                     
G
So she can forget her name...