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Grupo creado por John Grant
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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!
this is a beautiful song about cradling pain, that everyone can probably relate to. i
wish i could sing it
as nice as john grant does. weep.
Fm / C#maj7 / D#7 / Abmaj7 /
Fm C#maj7
You are a drug to me
D#7 Abmaj7
I never ever thought it otherwise
Fm C#maj7
And I love the lies you've told to me
D#7 Abmaj7
While looking me directly in my eyes
F7 Bbm
This is not ecstasy,
D#7 Abmaj7
But it's better than cocaine.
F7 Bbm
And you know that I will miss you when you're gone
D#7 Abmaj7
But I'm not equipped to play this game
You know your words
They don't mean anything to me
They only serve to fatten up the prey
And when it's time to take them to the slaughterhouse
You slice their throats, continue on your way
F7 Bbm
This is not jeopardy
D#7 Abmaj7
And it's not your high school prom
F7 Bbm
And you know that I will miss you when you're gone
G7 Cm
I'm not equipped to be your mom
You are a drug to me
I never ever thought it otherwise
And I love the lies you've told to me
While looking me directly in my eyes
wish i could sing it
as nice as john grant does. weep.
Fm / C#maj7 / D#7 / Abmaj7 /
Fm C#maj7
You are a drug to me
D#7 Abmaj7
I never ever thought it otherwise
Fm C#maj7
And I love the lies you've told to me
D#7 Abmaj7
While looking me directly in my eyes
F7 Bbm
This is not ecstasy,
D#7 Abmaj7
But it's better than cocaine.
F7 Bbm
And you know that I will miss you when you're gone
D#7 Abmaj7
But I'm not equipped to play this game
You know your words
They don't mean anything to me
They only serve to fatten up the prey
And when it's time to take them to the slaughterhouse
You slice their throats, continue on your way
F7 Bbm
This is not jeopardy
D#7 Abmaj7
And it's not your high school prom
F7 Bbm
And you know that I will miss you when you're gone
G7 Cm
I'm not equipped to be your mom
You are a drug to me
I never ever thought it otherwise
And I love the lies you've told to me
While looking me directly in my eyes
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