Аккорды Harpers Bizarre - High Coin

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

F                  Fmaj7 Dm7  Bb            Dm7/G Dm7         F 
I'm going for high coin, baby,  or I ain't going nowhere at all
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F         Fmaj7  Dm        Am   Gm                   Dm/A     Bb      Bm7b5     Dm 
I'm going  for  high coin, baby,  to keep me high and in and  up and  down  and all
Gsus2 Csus4  C    F           Dm7    Dm7/C     Bbmaj7sus2 Dm7/A        Dm7/G   Bbmaj7sus2   F/C
While hep - cats try to label you and tear down  all  the words you're able to    re   -    call
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That's all before the fall

[Verse 2]

F                Fmaj7  Dm7   Bbadd2          Dm7/G     Dm7      F   
I'm in the high scenes, baby,       I'm livin' in   far out and high
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F      Fmaj7 Dm           Am   Gm              Bb                                     Dm 
I'm in  the  high scenes, baby,  where day is night and nights are days of years gone by
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Am7    Dm7   C    F             Dm7             Bbmaj7sus2      F/A       Dm7/G     Dm7  Bmaj7sus2/C  F
While blind bats tower in some spools, the hours  strike  these cats like fools of words       in   rhyme
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Fine, it's my time

[Interlude]

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[Verse 3]

F                  Fmaj7 Dm7   Bb            Dm7/G  Dm7    Fadd9
It looks like high time, baby,   to stop our loving nickel dime
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F        C+   Dm         Am   Gm                          Dm/A     Bb      Bm7b5  Dm 
We're in the high times, baby,  where words are lost and tempest-tossed in lemon lime
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Csus4 Dm7/C Amadd9  F           Dm7              Bbmaj7sus2 Dm7/A     Dm7/G          F
When  times  and   places effervesce in words of   wonder   from down under, I'm no less
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I'm fine, it's my time

[Outro]

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