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Devil Makes Three - The Bullet - аккорды и текст, видео

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Devil Makes Three - The Bullet - аккорды и текст, видео

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The Bullet
Devil Makes Three
Intro/Verse : Am G *Am G Am*  *fast changes, you'll hear it.

Chorus : Am C Am Dm + Am C E

Am G Am G Am

Well he opened up his shop at the age of nineteen
Stealing anything the eye could see
Said gather round, you people, anything you need
I'll keep my name on your lips
And put the word out on the street

Chorus

   Am               C                      Am           Dm
And I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone
Am            C             Am           Dm
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Am            C             Am           Dm
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
         Am                 E               Am
Until that bullet flies to carry me home


           Am                                 C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
                       E                           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
           Am                                 C
'til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
                       E                           Am
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home


Repeat Verse/Chorus

The song has a solo and ends with some shifty chord changes, but you can figure those 
out.  The thing with this song is you're always coming back to the Am chord.  This is just 
my interpretation of this great song.  Any corrections, please do so.

Well he never, ever smiled but he always seemed pleased
Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees
Said I see the game and the game, it sees me
And we will dance until they bury me

So I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
Screaming at my enemies you'll all have your turn
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
The more I move on, the more I am sure

That I will ride til my fingers, they are down to the bone
Wander til I can't remember my own home
Drink til I don't know the meaning of alone
Until that bullet flies to carry me home

'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies
That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home
'til that bullet flies, that bullet flies, that bullet flies
That bullet flies, that bullet flies to carry me home
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