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72 lines
1.7 KiB
9 years ago
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{title: Oh no}
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{artist: Gogol Bordello}
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{album: Gypsy punks}
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{url: http://www.gogolbordello.com}
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{cover: gypsy-punks}
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{language: english}
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{columns: 2}
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{define: Em base-fret 7 frets X 0 2 2 1 0}
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{define: B base-fret 7 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
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{define: A base-fret 5 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
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{define: G base-fret 3 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
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{define: D base-fret 5 frets X 0 2 2 2 0}
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{guitar_comment: Intro: [Em]}
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Sometimes when facing common [B]trouble
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When whole town is [Em]screwed
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We become actually [B]human
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Act like Prometheus [Em]would
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Suddenly there is more [A]humor
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And a party tabor [G]style
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People ringing one an[B]other
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``Yo man, how was your black[Em]out?''
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Suddenly there is more music
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Made with buckets in a park
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Girls are dancing with the flashlights
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I got only one guitar
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And you see brothers and sisters
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All engaged in sport of help
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Making merry out of nothing
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Like in refugee camp
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{start_of_chorus}
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Oh yeah, oh [D]no, it [B]doesn't have to be [Em]so
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It is possible any [B]time anywhere
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Even without any [Em]dough
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Oh yeah, oh [D]no, it [B]doesn't have to be [Em]so
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The forces of [B]creative mind are unstopapapapa[Em]bable!
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{end_of_chorus}
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And you think, alright now people
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They have finally woke up
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But as soon as trouble over
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Watch them take another nap
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Now nobody's making merry
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Only trotting scared of boss
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Everybody's making hurry
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For some old forgotten cause
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But one thing surely eternal
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It's condition of a man
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Who don't know where he is going
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Who don't know where does he stand
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Who's dream power is a bottle
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Put away in dry dark place
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Who's youth power is well buried
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Under propaganda waves
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Who's dream life in opposition
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To the life during the day
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Who's beaten down in believing
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It just kinda goes this way!
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