Biografia:
Lloyd Cole (nascido em 31 de janeiro de 1961) é um cantor e compositor inglês, conhecido como líder do Lloyd Cole and the Commotions entre 1984 e 1989, e por seu trabalho solo subsequente.
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Intro: Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F D G F (let ring) Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free
F C Am F C Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F C Am D
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F D G
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree
C Am F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F G F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all
Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F D
There isn't any justice in this world
F D G
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free
C Am F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G
This town will be the death of me
C Am F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
Am
The death of me
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining in St. Petersburg, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
I left my raincoat with my romany gypsy cards say that
F D
There isn't any justice in this world as far as I have seen
F D G F (let ring) Am
No more or less than we deserve, hell, no desire to be free
F C Am F C Am
We're always scheming in the singles bars, bells are ringing ain't it great to be alive
F C Am D
Watch me turning prematurely grey, aw the money's killing me
F D
But there's a reason for this drinking, you see the poison tastes so sweet
F D G
And it beats the hell out of thinking, all good christians agree
C Am F
I'v been walking circles, foot nailed to the floor
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, I just lock my door
F G F (let ring)
I do believe I've seen it all
Am D
F C Am F C Am
It's always raining when your drying out, this town will be the death of me
F C Am D
Everybody loves you when your down and out, the money's killing me
F D
There isn't any justice in this world
F D G
No more or less than we deserve, I've no desire to be free
C Am F
I'll be whistling dixie, rocks down to my feet
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G
This town will be the death of me
C Am F
Pretty boys and pretty girls, everyone a saint
C Am F D
Everyone's complaining, no one's losing sleep
F G F (let ring)
This town will be the death of me
Am
The death of me
Lloyd Umali
Lloyds Garage
LMNT
LMP
LMT