Cifra de 24 - Flor
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Primeiro acorde: Ab 8 acordes identificados
[Refrão]
What a scene
Ab
There's the blood
Theres the blood on the floor
On the floor
Ab
And on the bed
On the bed through the door
Through the door, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four
Ab C Fm
Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore
[Verso 1]
Ab
Ive felt better
It has to be this weather
Or could it be we put
The whole world through the shredder?
Chasing up, making up time that we never had
Youngsters should plan ahead
C Fm
That or they're good as dead
Interlude
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
(Hey!)
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
[Refrão]
What a scene
Ab
There's the blood
Theres the blood on the floor
On the floor
Ab
And on the bed
On the bed through the door
Through the door, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four
Ab C Fm
Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore
[Verso 2]
Ab
Don't need a reason
You see it in the seasons
The rising of the ocean
The rise in the degrees and
Ab
Mars ain't the answer, were
C Db
All getting cancer, were
Ab
All hurting others, our
Fm Db
Mothers and brothers
[Refrão]
What's the point?
Ab
Whats the point?
All the moves have been played
Everyone has a seat
To the end of the days
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four
Ab
Time may be fake
But we don't have any more
Interlude
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
(Hey!)
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
Ab C Fm
(Shoo-doo-dah-doot-doo)
[Ponte]
Db Eb Ab
I hate to be so cynical
Ab
To break your heart
To steal your soul
But as long as nobody's listening
Ab Fm
This fate of ours is worsening
Db Eb Ab
I hate to be so cynical
Ab
To break your heart
To steal your soul
But as long as nobody's listening
Ab Fm
This fate of ours is worsening
[Refrão]
What a scene
Ab
There's the blood
Theres the blood on the floor
On the floor
Ab
And on the bed
On the bed through the door
Through the door, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four
Ab C Cm
Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore
What's the point?
Ab
Whats the point?
All the moves have been played
Everyone has a seat
To the end of the days
Twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four, twenty-four
Ab
Time may be fake
But we don't have any more