Acordes de Seconds
Pulp
Pulp

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Tonalidad: C major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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She
she used
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to live with his brother
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Now she's an unmarried mother
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with another
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on the way
He's seond rate
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twisted out of shape
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and he looks a state,
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it costs so much to look this rough
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They go to town
they like to shop
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around
and look at all those things
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All those things they never wnated anyway
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She hates his hair
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that stupid coat he wears
but sometimes second best
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is the best that you can get
Oh yes
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oh somebody told me
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'cos seconds turn to hours
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and the hours turn into days
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but still it feels like morning
The first time leaves its trace
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and then slides into second place
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and still it feels like morning
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At night they try to fly
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hold on tight and close their eyes
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and they hit the ground in the morning
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But in the morning it's raining
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Oh Christ you're always complaining
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can't you think of something
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else
It's nearly-nu
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a bargain basement made for two
and if you blur your eyes
you could be anywhere
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you want yourself to be
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Oh yeah, it's bad
I know you want to laugh,
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so laugh
But sometimes second best
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Is all that you can get
Oh yeah
oh somebody told me
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the seconds turn to hours
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and the hours turn into days
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C#m
C#m
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but still it feels like morning
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E
Bm
Bm
F#m
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The first time leaves its trace
A
A
and then slides into second place
C#m
C#m
D
D
and still it feels like morning
At night they try to fly
Bm
Bm
F#m
F#m
A
A
hold on tight and close their eyes
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C#m
and they hit the ground in the morning
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But you're so perfect
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you don't interest me at all
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A
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You're golden boy fell down
Don't
you know he
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hasn't got a personality?
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And I know
he said he'd last all night
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then gave you seconds
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yeah
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The seconds turn to hours
and the
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Bm
Bm
F#m
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hours turn in to days
C#m
C#m
D
D
but still it feels like morning
Bm
Bm
The first time leaves its trace
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D
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F#m
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A
and then slides into second place
C#m
C#m
D
D
and still it feels like morn ing
Bm
Bm
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At night they try to fly
hold on
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A
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tight and close their eyes
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and they hit the ground in the morning
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Bm
My God they're still alive
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they got it wrong but they still tried
and they made it through to the
morning.
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