Intro: Cm Cm/A GmCm Cm/A Gm A day to be... addictedCm Cm/A Gm Another moment to the timeCm Cm/A Gm I'm back to my... ignoranceCm Cm/A Gm A relevant desireCm Cm/A Gm To display my thoughts to borrowCm Cm/A Gm My aches like a saintCm Cm/A Gm And the ships to heaven sinkingCm Cm/A Gm To the sea my arms are faintF#m Gm Hot asphalt, smelly gloomF#m Gm Kings of all places willF#m Destroy our memories as weGm F#m Gm Use to do with our childrenF#m Gm Rich ones carve their names in gravesF#m Gm The poor ones are only insaneF#m My mistakes tell nothingGm About my tiring journeys( F#m Gm )( Cm Cm/A Gm )Cm Cm/A Gm Don't know what else I can writeCm Cm/A Gm For their demands, some martyr's kitesCm Cm/A Gm Awaiting for us, church skeletonsCm Cm/A Gm Nimble fingers to our pocketsCm Cm/A Gm Nimble fingers to our pocketsD/F# Em Hot asphalt, lovely doomD/F# Em Irrigating investments, a brain and a broomD/F# Em Should save the world from the sinners issuesD/F# Em As we choose to be what we areD/F# Em As we choose to be what we areGm As we choose to be what we are( Cm Cm/A Gm )
A Brain And a Broom
The Bruised Sycophants
- Cm*3
- Cm/A*3
- D/F#*3
- Em*3
- F#m*3
- Gm*3
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Tom:
Capotraste:
- Cm*3
- Cm/A*3
- D/F#*3
- Em*3
- F#m*3
- Gm*3