Los Campesinos

Los Campesinos

Four Seasons
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C (strum once)    C          Em    Em      C 
When I come home it will be with, someone else's blood on my shirt 
C       F                             F         Dm 
Another county's dirt on the knees of my ripped jeans 
Dm                Dm         C 
And I won't wanna talk about it. 

mess around with these chords during the break 
C F Dm G C 

C                    C        Em 
What you prise from 'tween my fingers, 
Em       C                        C         F                   F  Dm 
That the devil speaks in Scottish brogue, a love life under two shadows. 
                    Dm         C 
But you don't wanna talk about it. 

Am                        G                       C 
The bus stands still, the landscape scrolls right by 
(I love you more than ever) 
Am                   G                  C 
Dual carriageway and landfill line both sides 
(I love you more than ever) 
     
Am                 G             C 
And when I lay you down we'll be beneath, 
(I love you more than ever) 
Am                  G                C 
duck feather duvet, new clean cotton sheets. 
(I love you more than ever) 

      Dm                 Am                  Em                C 
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead. 
    Dm          Am                 Em            C 
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head. 
      Dm                 Am                  Em                C 
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead. 
    Dm          Am                 Em            C 
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head. 
      Dm                 Am                  Em                C 
Something verdant, something blooming, something golden, something dead. 
    Dm          Am                 Em            C 
Cut into uneven quarters, all four seasons in my head. 

C                C              Em 
As you bathe the stains from my skin 
Em   C                    C           F                 F   Dm 
Only dirt is washed away, cos all the bad lays far more deep 
                       Dm          C 
Please, I don't wanna talk about it.

Enviado por: Eduardo Castilho

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