[ Предположительная тональность: G ] X Marks The Spot - Sonata Arctica --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had to leave out some parts of the original song so it is an "acoustic" version --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Intro: Dbm E Ab Dbm Dbm You're a man of impeccable taste E Ab Dbm And you know when the X marks the spot Dbm We all need a map for the trail of your thought E Ab Dbm Where to go, well, the X marks the spot A Dbm You seem to have a misgiving E Hell yeah, you make a living Ab Don't add bricks to what we're heaving A We would so much Gb Dbm Rather the enjoy beach, beer and a fire Cm You think something somewhere Has a copyright for the world Eb G Cm And you've signed where the X marks the spot Cm You join a cult, fill the void that you've got Eb G Gm Deep within where the X marks the spot Ab Cm There you stand n' talk and holler Eb How dark are all your colors G When you paint another sunrise Ab Eb C Bb You leave out the sun Bb F C Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven Bb Or they slowly float away... Dbm How well do you know those you're calling your own? E Ab Dbm I mean... come on dude! X marks the spot Dbm Your starving soul in your house of skin and bone E Ab Dbm You're an island, the X marks the spot G Bm There you stand n' talk and holler D How dark are all your colors Gb When you paint another sunrise G Dbm B A You leave out the sun A E B Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven A Or they slowly float away... B Gb Dbm Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven B Eb Or they slowly float away Am C E Am Am You're a circus, but where is the clown C E Am There's no map, still the X marks the spot F Am There you stand n' talk and holler C How dark are all your colors E When you paint another sunrise F G Am G You leave out the sun A E B Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven A Or they slowly float down Into the night with senior John Barleycorn E B Heaven, heaven A Dbm Or they slowly float away... Dbm Ab Am Gb A E B Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven A Or they slowly float away... B Gb Dbm Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven B Or they slowly float away
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