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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Standard Tuning, no capo
Closer to the recording with power chords
G
I burned my Sunday clothes
Em
Thought I had found my gold
D C G
But here I sit, picking up the pieces
G
And I've given up my hope
E
replaced with will to cope
D C G
I lost my friends to drugs and drinking
C G
I'm slowly slipping away
C G
Is it sad to say I feel okay?
C
I've tried my changing
D
But God, I just don't care at all
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
G Em D C G
G
So I screamed my final words
Em
Not sure they would be heard
D C G
But I packed my bags and I carried on
G
And now I stay up nights
Em
Contemplating the value of one life
D C G
But like Eric told me, "Keep on keepin' on"
C G
Am I broken, is there just too much to fix?
C G
Like a puzzle who's pieces just won't fit
C
I'm sick of hauling myself in
D
To learn there's just nothing that can be done
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G Em D G
And I was too scared to face it
Em D G
I settled for fool's gold
D
Now I'm trying to make it worth something it's not
during the solo:
Em D G X 3
D
(silent)
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G
Closer to the recording with power chords
G
I burned my Sunday clothes
Em
Thought I had found my gold
D C G
But here I sit, picking up the pieces
G
And I've given up my hope
E
replaced with will to cope
D C G
I lost my friends to drugs and drinking
C G
I'm slowly slipping away
C G
Is it sad to say I feel okay?
C
I've tried my changing
D
But God, I just don't care at all
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
G Em D C G
G
So I screamed my final words
Em
Not sure they would be heard
D C G
But I packed my bags and I carried on
G
And now I stay up nights
Em
Contemplating the value of one life
D C G
But like Eric told me, "Keep on keepin' on"
C G
Am I broken, is there just too much to fix?
C G
Like a puzzle who's pieces just won't fit
C
I'm sick of hauling myself in
D
To learn there's just nothing that can be done
G Em
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G Em D G
And I was too scared to face it
Em D G
I settled for fool's gold
D
Now I'm trying to make it worth something it's not
during the solo:
Em D G X 3
D
(silent)
But God knows that I've been playing a fool
D C G
I've been staying up and torturing myself
G Em
And if I could, I would save my own soul
D C G
I would burn my cross, burn it to the ground
Em D G
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