Biografía:
Kind of a seductive beggar.
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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!
Bb Eb (x4)
Bb Eb
You must be joking I deny
Bb
Tears are falling from my eyes
Eb Bb
I'm oversensitive, hyper-sensitized
Cm Eb
And it makes it me feel like I am alive
Bb Eb
And there's nothing to this life
I don't need lights on my push-bike
My light comes from inside
And it makes it me fell like I'm alive
(skip Eb)
Cm Eb
And the winter turns to springtime
Bb Cm
Like the springtime turns to summer
Eb F
We'll discover how we lost another year
Bb Eb
Instrumental verse
I saw you at the embassy
We're both crippled socially
No worlds collide when we converse
We're singing love is a disease, love is a curse
And we wrote Pavement on our shoes
We stole or borrowed and we paid our dues
We paid our respects, we wrote "Confusion is sex"
And on your shoulderbag I wrote the Silver Jews
And the ice turned into water
And the water turned into gasses
Steamy glasses on a frosty afternoon
And her lips were warm, her hands were cold
I never thought I'd feel this old
Isn't grey hair just the light of a new dawn?
Instrumental verse
Bb /
I saw you at the embassy
Bb Eb
You must be joking I deny
Bb
Tears are falling from my eyes
Eb Bb
I'm oversensitive, hyper-sensitized
Cm Eb
And it makes it me feel like I am alive
Bb Eb
And there's nothing to this life
I don't need lights on my push-bike
My light comes from inside
And it makes it me fell like I'm alive
(skip Eb)
Cm Eb
And the winter turns to springtime
Bb Cm
Like the springtime turns to summer
Eb F
We'll discover how we lost another year
Bb Eb
Instrumental verse
I saw you at the embassy
We're both crippled socially
No worlds collide when we converse
We're singing love is a disease, love is a curse
And we wrote Pavement on our shoes
We stole or borrowed and we paid our dues
We paid our respects, we wrote "Confusion is sex"
And on your shoulderbag I wrote the Silver Jews
And the ice turned into water
And the water turned into gasses
Steamy glasses on a frosty afternoon
And her lips were warm, her hands were cold
I never thought I'd feel this old
Isn't grey hair just the light of a new dawn?
Instrumental verse
Bb /
I saw you at the embassy
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