The Bullet

[Intro] Am  G  Am  G
        Am  G  Am  G  Am

[Primeira Parte]

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Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen

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Stealing anything the eye could see
Am                     G       Am       G   Am
Said gather round, you people, anything you need
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I'll keep my name on your lips
            Am       G      Am
And put the word out on the street

[Refrão]

Am                     C                 Am          Dm
And I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone
Am           C              Am     Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Am          C              Am         Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
           Am              Em       Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home
          Am                Am                C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
     C                 Em                       Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
          Am                Am                C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
     C                 Em                       Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

[Segunda Parte]

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Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased
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Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees
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Said I see the game and the game, it sees me
Am          G           Am   G    Am
And we will dance until they bury me

[Ponte] Am  C  Am  Dm
        Am  C  Am  Em
        Am  C  Am  Dm
        Am  Em  Am  Em

[Terceira Parte]

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So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
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Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn
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The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
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The more I move on, the more I am sure

[Refrão Final]

Am                      C                 Am          Dm
That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone
Am     C                    Am     Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Am          C              Am         Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
           Am              Em       Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home
          Am                 Am                 C
'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies
     C                  Em                       Am
That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home
          Am                 Am                 C
'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies
     C                  Em                           Am
That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home

[Final] Am  Em  Am