Slow Death
Miles Kane
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Intro
A C G D A C G D
Primeira Parte
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"
Segunda Parte
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
Terceira Parte
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
Final
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
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