Cifra de We Are The Dead - David Bowie
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Primeiro acorde: Gm 10 acordes identificados
Intro: Gm Bb F
Gm Bb F
Something kind of hit me today, I looked at you and
Dm D Eb Bb
Wondered if you saw things my way
F D Gm
People will hold us to blame
It hit me today, it hit me today
We're taking it hard all the time
Why don't we pass it by, just reply you've changed your mind
We're fighting with the eyes of the blind
Gm7 Eb C F Eb Dm Bb
Taking it hard, taking it hard, yet now
We feel that we are paper, choking on you nightly
They tell me son, we want you, be elusive, but don't walk far
For we're breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
For you're dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
You're just an ally of the leecher
Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck me pumps
And your nimble dress that trails
Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
Because of all we've seen, because of all we've said
Gb D C D C
We are the dead
Gm Bb F
One thing kind of touched me today
I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
F D Gm
Pressing our love through the night
Gm7 Eb C F
Knowing it's right, knowing it's right
Gm Bb F
Now I'm hoping some one will care
Living on the breath of a hope to be shared
F D Gm
Trusting on the sons of our love
That someone will care, someone will care, but now
We're today's scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow's double feature
Bb Ab Gb F
Heaven's on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
It's a twenty four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell
And the streets are full of press men
Bent on getting hung and buried
And the legendary curtains are drawn round Baby Bankrupt
Who sucks you while you're sleeping
It's the theater of financiers
Count them, fifty round a table
Gb F
White and dressed to kill
Oh caress yourself, my juicy
For my hands have all but withered
Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
Because of all we've seen
C Bb
Because of all we've said
D C D
We are the dead
C D C D
We are the dead
C D C D C
We are the dead
Final: Gm Bb F