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Sem propagandas · Viola caipira · Afinação: Cebolão em E (B E G# B E)

Goodpain

Yoke Lore

G Am C F

[Verse 1]

G      Am                   C           F
  We know where all the red ferns grow
G       Am          C              F
  Two feet against me, beyond my reach
G       Am                      C                        F
  Six keys, one whole heart for each, one whole wave for me
G         Am                  C                  F
  Grass stains, cut my bloody knees. It's good pain
                        F  C  G  Am
  It means I can't be fazed

[Chorus]

     F                        C                   G  Am
That little death inside my sides, will make it right
              F                     C                G  Am
He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
                    F                        C
and I'll be howling keeping you between my eyes
                 G  Am
There I'll be alright
                    F                        C
and I'll be howling keeping you between my eyes
                 G  Am
There I'll be alright

F C

[Verse 2]

G       Am                   C    F
  Rorschach, the pieces that I lack
G            Am                   C                       F
  I felt stained, cold beneath my waves, behind my suture face
G          Am                   C                     F
  Cursed down, throw my certain doubt, let me let you down

[Chorus]

     F                        C                   G  Am
That little death inside my sides, will make it right
              F                     C                G  Am
He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
                    F                        C
and I'll be howling keeping you between my eyes
                 G  Am
There I'll be alright
                    F                        C
and I'll be howling keeping you between my eyes
                 G  Am
There I'll be alright

F C G Am

[Chorus]

     F                        C                   G  Am
That little death inside my sides, will make it right
              F                     C                G  Am
He wins every time I find myself inside, alone all night
                    F                        C
and I'll be howling keeping you between my eyes
                 G  Am
There I'll be alright
                    F                        C
and I'll be howling keeping you between my eyes
                 G  Am
There I'll be alright

F C G Am
F C G Am
F C G Am
F