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| C#m | - | x46654 |
| The stuff: |
| I've Been Delivered tab |
| E, B, A, E |
| A, B, A, E |
| E | B | |
| I c | ould break free from the |
| A | |
| Wood of a c | offin |
| E | |
| If I n | eed |
| A | |
| But nothin's h | ard as |
| B | |
| Gettin' fr | ee from places |
| A | E | |
| I've already b | een |
| E | |
| I've been waste-deep |
| B | A | |
| In the | burnin' m | eadows |
| E | |
| Of my m | ind |
| A | |
| In the | engine |
| B | |
| In cold Dec | ember |
| A | E | |
| Shootin' f | ire from the h | ose |
| E | G#m | |
| Now turn off your l | ights |
| C#m | E | |
| 'Cause I'm | not comin' h | ome |
| A | B | A | E | |
| 'Til I'm del | ivered for the f | irst time |
| E | B | |
| I was first-born to a | parade |
| A | E | |
| That f | ollows in r | ows |
| A | B | |
| Down a n | arrow cold black r | iver |
| A | |
| Faceless sh | adows |
| E | |
| Movin' sl | ow |
| E | |
| I would move swift when |
| B | A | E | |
| The | sounds of a tr | umpet would bl | ow |
| A | |
| I've been the p | uppet |
| B | |
| I've been the str | ings |
| A | E | |
| I know the v | acant face it br | ings |
| E | G#m | |
| Now the bells of curf | ew |
| C#m | E | |
| They may r | ing before I'm thr | ough |
| E | |
| But soon |
| A | B | A | E | |
| I'll be delivered | for the first t | ime |
| E | |
| You might keep clean |
| B | A | E | |
| In the | back of an | angel motorc | ade |
| A | B | |
| It doesn't m | atter who walks | in |
| A | E | |
| You know, the j | oke is still the s | ame |
| E | |
| You'll just wake up |
| B | A | |
| Like a | disposable l | over |
| E | |
| Decomp | osed |
| A | |
| I've been g | one |
| B | |
| I've been rem | embered |
| A | |
| I've been al | ive |
| E | |
| I've been the gh | ost |
| E | G#m | |
| So now, if downtown expl | odes |
| C#m | E | |
| I'll still | be on this r | oad |
| A | B | A | E | |
| 'Til I'm del | ivered for the f | irst time |
| E | |
| I have drawn blood |
| B | |
| From the | neckline |
| A | E | |
| When v | ampires were in f | ashion |
| A | |
| You know I'd | even learn |
| B | |
| To c | ut my throat |
| A | E | |
| If I th | ought I could fit | in |
| E | |
| 'Cause I, I once heard |
| B | |
| That you g | otta learn |
| A | E | |
| How to bl | end in to this m | ess |
| A | |
| Where nothin's h | ard |
| B | |
| Nothin's pr | ecious |
| A | E | |
| And nothin's sm | ooth or flawl | ess |
| E | G#m | |
| Now, no more am | used |
| C#m | E | A | |
| Just | screaming | to be del | ivered |
| B | A | E | |
| For the f | irst time |
| E | B | |
| Now I'm 10 miles in the | deep |
| A | E | |
| And m | ighty blue s | ea |
| A | B | |
| Looking b | ack, towards a l | ong white beach |
| A | E | |
| Burnin' | up into yellow fl | ames |
| E | |
| And I just wave back |
| B | A | |
| Like a l | ittle boy up on a p | ony |
| E | |
| In a sh | ow |
| A | |
| 'Cause I can't f | ix |
| B | |
| Something th | is complex |
| A | E | |
| Any m | ore than I can build a r | ose |
| E | G#m | |
| So just keep on letting | go |
| C#m | E | |
| 'Cause I | must be cl | ose |
| A | B | A | E | |
| To being del | ivered for the f | irst time |
| E | |
| Now I'd rather bleed out |
| B | A | |
| A l | ong stream from being l | onely |
| E | |
| And feel bl | essed |
| A | B | |
| Well than dr | own, laying f | ace down |
| A | E | |
| In a p | uddle of resp | ect |
| E | |
| I was once lost |
| B | A | |
| In the c | orridors of the ar | ena |
| E | |
| In blindf | olds |
| A | |
| I've been the b | ull |
| B | |
| I've been the wh | ip |
| A | E | |
| I just p | ulled down the matador |
| E | G#m | |
| So now, turn on your l | ights |
| C#m | E | |
| 'Cause I'm | comin' h | ome |
| A | B | A | E | |
| I've been del | ivered for the f | irst time |
| E, B, A, E |
| A, B, A, E |
| That's all... emails to s.chapuisat@bol.com.br in case of doubt |
| See y'all! |
| By: Cristiano Tulio |