Darkest Corners Bearcoon

Darkest Corners

Bearcoon

Fretty

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Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: A
Capo:
Case 2
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| G | - | - | - |
| G | D | C | G |
| G | D | C | G |
| - |

[Verse 1]
G        D             C                     G
I cannot close all the doors I opened in the past
G                            D
Now I look through all their openings,
     C                      G
at myself and how I used to act
  G                    D
I know that I should feel bad
             C                G
But in truth I don’t feel a thing
            G                         D
Because the first thing I sold was my conscience
        C               G
In some desperate bargaining

[Bridge]
    | G | D | C |
| G | G | D | C |
| G | - |

[Verse 2]
G            D                         C
Time is such a tricky thing the way it passes but I cannot
G
tell
G                   D          C                  G
Sometimes I hit the pavement before I even knew I fell
    G                      D                     C
And know that I should keep away from the broken ways I
       G
left behind
         G                 D                C
But they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
      G
of my mind
         G                 D                C
Yea they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
      G
of my mind

[Bridge]
        | G | D |
| C | G | G | D |
| C | G | - |

[Verse 3]
         G                 D                C
But they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
      G
of my mind
         G                 D                C
Yea they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
      G
of my mind

Mesures

[Intro]
| G | - | - | - |
| G | D | C | G |
| G | D | C | G |
| - |

[Verse 1]
    | G | D | C |
| G | G | D | C |
| G | G | D | C |
| G | G | D | C |
| G |

I cannot close all the doors I opened in the past
Now I look through all their openings,
at myself and how I used to act
I know that I should feel bad
But in truth I don’t feel a thing
Because the first thing I sold was my conscience
In some desperate bargaining

[Bridge]
    | G | D | C |
| G | G | D | C |
| G | - |

[Verse 2]
        | G | D |
| C | G | G | D |
| C | G | G | D |
| C | G | G | D |
| C | G | G | D |
| C | G |

Time is such a tricky thing the way it passes but I cannot
tell
Sometimes I hit the pavement before I even knew I fell
And know that I should keep away from the broken ways I
left behind
But they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
of my mind
Yea they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
of my mind

[Bridge]
        | G | D |
| C | G | G | D |
| C | G | - |

[Verse 3]
            | G |
| D | C | G | G |
| D | C | G |

But they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
of my mind
Yea they still speak to me sweetly from the darkest corners
of my mind

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