Miles Kane

Slow Death

Miles Kane

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Intro:
A   C   G   D 
A   C   G   D 


[Verso 1]
A C I called the doctor G D In the morning A C I had a fever G D It was a warning A She said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe A To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive" A I got the money for one more shot A She said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"
[Verso 2]
A C I called the preacher G D Holy, holy A C Begged for forgiveness G D That's what he told me A He said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe A To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive" A I've got the money for one more shot A He said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"
[Refrão]
A F#m Slow death, eat my mind away A F#m Slow death, turn my guts to clay G It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow G It's a slow death Solo: A C G D A C G D A C G D A C G D
[Verso 3]
A C Sets to the mainline G D A hit of morphine A C Sets to the mainline G D Oh, it's like a bad dream A They said, "There's nothing that I can prescribe A To keep your raunchy bag of bones alive" A I've got the money for one more shot, shot A She said, "God bless you," I said, "Thank you a lot"
[Refrão]
A F#m Slow death, eat my mind away A F#m Slow death, turn my guts to clay A F#m Slow death, keep my mind away A F#m Slow death, turn my guts to clay G It's a slow, it's a slow, it's a slow G It's a slow death Solo: A C G D A C G D A C G D A C G D Outro: A C G D It's a slow death A C G D It's a slow death A C G D It's a slow death

Enviado por: Angela Letra

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