Playing Dead

Intro 
Am Em G C 
F#dim Bm Am Bm 
Em G C 
F#dim Bm Am Em 
D Em Bm Em 
G C F#dim Bm 
G Bm Am Bm  
Em G C F#dim 
Bm Am Em  Bm 


[Verso 1]
 
Em 
  Shivering hands between her thighs 

Surrounded by the people she prefers 

C Cm C Cm C  

Em 
Backstage part, hungry eyes 

Staring at the bands right next to her 

C Cm C Cm C  

Em 
This is supposed to be the night 

But something seems to bother her inside... 

C Cm C 
 


[Refrão]
 
             Em         G 
 She feels no pain at all 
                  C           F#dim 
Coming across the strange and small 
           F#m     Bm 
When every star is gone 
                     Am 
And lights turn into red 
                 Bm 
She cuts herself raw... 
G          
(Playing dead!) 

             Em 
She's got no self control... 
 G               C     F#dim 
A beauty with an empty soul 
      F#m               Bm 
There must be something wrong 
                        Am 
When chicks are playing dead 
                 Bm 
She cuts herself raw... 
(Playing dead!)  

{Instrumental break} 
Em G C F#dim 
Bm G Bm Am Em 
C Cm Em 
Cm 
Em Cm Adim Cm Am 



[Ponte]
 
Em 
Naked legs around his hips 

Surrounded by some bottles of champagne 

C Cm C Cm C 

Em 
Thirsty bodies, hungry lips 
                  Cm      C 
Looking for a taxi in the rain 
 


[Refrão]
 
    Bm      Em     G 
 She feels no pain at all 
              C               F#dim 
Coming across the strange and small 
                   Bm 
When every star is gone 
                     Am 
And lights turn into red 
                 Bm 
She cuts herself raw 
          
(Playing dead!) 

             Em 
She's got no self control 
G                C     F#dim 
A beauty with an empty soul... 
           F#m          Bm 
There must be something wrong 
                        Am 
When chicks are playing dead 
                 Bm 
She cuts herself raw 
         C 
(Playing dead!) 

{Instrumental outro} 
Bm Em C 
Bm Em C 
Bm Em C 
Bm Em