Аккорды Poets Of The Fall - False Kings

[Intro]
A G F# G F#

[Verse 1]
Bm                       A
  Getting lost singing their song
G                      F#   G F#
  Caught up in all I've done
Bm                               A
  It's all I know, but not what I need
G                 F#  G      F#
  Cut by my love, cut till I bleed


[Chorus]
            Bm
So I want to run to your shelter tonight
A
Run to the shelter tonight
G
United in silent resistance
  F#   Em            F#
Of bowing to false kings

          Bm
So let me run to your shelter tonight
A
Run from this meaningless pantomime
     G
I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence
  F#     G        F#
Of bowing to false kings


[Verse 2]
Bm                               A
   Bought their smiles, liquid and smooth
G                          F#  G  F#
   Took their words for the truth
Bm                 A
   Edge of light and shade
G                F#    G      F#
   My broken soul once more enslaved


[Chorus]
            Bm
So I want to run to your shelter tonight
A
Run to the shelter tonight
G
United in silent resistance
F#     Em          F#
Of bowing to false kings

F#        Bm
So let me run to your shelter tonight
A
Run from this meaningless pantomime
G
I see the false kings

I see that all this
F#      G
Must end


[KODA]
G                                A
  When there's no love in my embrace
      Bm                       
Cold blood runs through my veins
      Em
If I soar without grace
               G F#
Do I still soar?

             Em                 A
  I need the love in your embrace
      Bm     
Open doors, brand new ways
       G        
End my wars and erase
        A    F#
And I'm yours


[Chorus]
                G
   So I want to run to your shelter tonight
Bm
Run to the shelter tonight
G
United in silent resistance
F#       G         F#
Of bowing to false kings

          G                          A
So let me run to your shelter tonight
Bm                             A
Run from this meaningless pantomime
     G                                     D
I'll swallow my pride, give up the pretence


[Outro]
F#        G            f#    G         F#     G   F#  Bm
Yes, I wined and, and I dined on, on that cyanide

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