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You'll Be Comin' Down

Bruce Springsteen

Tom: A
Capotraste na 2ª casa		

CAPO 2 
A                         D        E 
White roses and misty blue eyes 
A                              D              E 
Red mornings, then nothin' but gray skies 
A                          D               E 
A cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through 
       D                                           E 
The jacket you bought me gone daisy gray-blue 
D                            E 
You're smiling now but you'll find out 
A                                  D 
They'll use you up and spit you out now 
D                                E 
Your head's spinin' in diamonds and clouds 
      A                            E 
But pretty soon it turns out 
Refrão ------------- : 
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D                       E 
You'll be comin' down now baby 
A                        D 
You'll be comin' down 
                                   E 
What goes around, it comes around and 
A                       D 
You'll be comin' down -------------------- 
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A                               D             E 
Easy street, a quick buck and true lies 
A                                    D         E 
Smiles as thin as those dusky blue skies 
A                      D              E 
A silver plate of pearls my golden child 
D                     E 
It's all yours at least for a little while 
D                                            E 
You'll be fine as long as your pretty face holds out 
A                             E 
Then it's gonna get pretty cold out 
D                              E 
An empty stream of stars shooting by 
  A                                 E 
You got your hopes on high 


 - Chorus - 


D                E                        A 
For a while you'll go sparklin' by 
A                  D                     E 
Just another pretty thing on high 

Instrumental: 
    E   A      E   B    } x2 
    G   C      G   C 

A                        D           E 
Like a thief on a Sunday morning 
A              D                 E 
It all falls apart with no warning 
A                                         D                   E 
Your cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green 
       D                          E 
The crushed metal of your little flying machine 


- Chorus - 



- Chorus - 


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