Intro: F#m A E D Verso 1:F#m A You, You have a face for fashionE For style in the place of passionD A rose in the gardenF#m A You, You looked like you really meant itE Twisting the knife in my chestD Stamping on what's leftF#m A But I........... never wasE D F#m I never was one for cryingA E D I never was one for tears Verso 2:F#m A The map, the map of the world is on youE The moon gravitates around youD The seasons obey youF#m A But I........... never wasE D F#m I never was one for cryingA E D I never was one for tearsF#m A E And no sooner was I bornD F#m Than I was dyingA E D What kind of a world is this?D E It's only a stone for throwing. Refrão:D F#m E It looks like an early winter a.......lrightD F#m E Looks like an early winter a.......lrightD F#m E An early winter a......lrightA D You turned me over Ponte:A C#m D A Wh............y do you act so stupidC#m D E Whe..........n you know that you're always right? Refrão:D F#m E It looks like an early winter a.......lrightD F#m E Looks like an early winter a.......lrightD F#m E An early winter a......lrightA D You turned me over Final:E And it gets too much yeah it gets too muchD F#m Starting over and over and over againE And it gets too much yeah it gets too muchD F#m Starting over and over and over againE And it gets too much yeah it gets too muchD F#m E Starting over and over and over againA D (A) Alright, you turned me over.
Early Winter
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