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Thief

The Fratellis

2 acessos

| Dm F C G | Dm F C G | Dm F C G | Dm F C G |   (Piano lead)
  ||: Dm F     C     G  | Dm F     C     G  :||     Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah   Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah              |Dm      F    C G          |Dm      F    C G  Well, she's made of fire . . and she's made of wind . .          |Dm       F      C G          |Dm       F      C G  She can take you higher . . but she's not your friend . .            |Dm   F C G  |Dm     F C G  |Dm    F C G  |Dm   F C G  She don't beg, . . .   crawl, . . .   rise, . . .   fall . . .              |Dm    F     C G         |Dm         F    C G  Well, she's in no doubt . . that she just can't lose . .         |Dm     F    C G          |Dm       F    C G  She got no way out, . . and she's no one's muse . .                 |Dm    F C G  |Dm    F C G  |Dm     F C G  |  Well, she don't need, . . .   pray, . . .   bleed, . . . |Dm       F        C       G   |  Gets the job done any old way   |Dm                           |F  No one ever told her that the world was under her skin (ah-ah)     |C                                    |G  She goes to sleep in every place that you know you never have been  |Dm             C             Bb       A  Turn yourself around and she won't be there     |Dm         C                  Bb         A  You just won't see her 'cause she just don't care |Dm         C        F         C  Change you name and bury your dead |Dm         C         F           C  Leave some space for her in your head
 ||: Dm F     C     G  | Dm F     C     G  :||     Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah   Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah
              |Dm    F     C G         |Dm         F    C G  Well, she's in no doubt . . that she just can't lose . .         |Dm     F    C G          |Dm       F    C G  She got no way out, . . and she's no one's muse . .                 |Dm    F C G  |Dm    F C G  |Dm     F C G  |  Well, she don't need, . . .   pray, . . .   bleed, . . . |Dm       F        C       G   |  Gets the job done any old way  |Dm                           |F  No one ever told her that the world was under her skin (ah-ah)     |C                                    |G  She goes to sleep in every place that you know you never have been  |Dm             C             Bb       A  Turn yourself around and she won't be there     |Dm         C                  Bb         A  You just won't see her 'cause she just don't care |Dm         C        F         C  Change you name and bury your dead |Dm         C         F           C  Leave some space for her in your head  |Dm                                |C  Throw away your rights and wrongs, leave them in the dust (ah-ah)    |Bb                                   |A             Bb  A  Forget the day that you were born she'll take whatever she must  ||: Dm F     C     G  | Dm F     C     G  :||     Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah   Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah  ||: Dm C F Dm | Dm C F Dm | Dm C F Dm | Dm C F Dm :||     (funk instrumental)              |Dm      F    C G          |Dm      F    C G  Well, she's made of fire . . and she's made of wind . .          |Dm       F      C G          |Dm       F      C (n/c)  She can take you higher . . but she's not your friend .  (.)ß           |Dm   F C G  |Dm     F C G  |Dm    F C G  |Dm   F C G  She don't beg, . . .   crawl, . . .   rise, . . .   fall . . .                  |Dm    F C G  |Dm    F C G  |Dm     F C G  |  Well, she don't need, . . .   pray, . . .   bleed, . . . |Dm       F        C       G   |  Gets the job done any old way  |Dm                           |F  No one ever told her that the world was under her skin (ah-ah)     |C                                    |G  She goes to sleep in every place that you know you never have been  |Dm             C             Bb       A  Turn yourself around and she won't be there     |Dm         C                  Bb         A  You just won't see her 'cause she just don't care |Dm         C        F         C  Change you name and bury your dead |Dm         C         F           C  Leave some space for her in your head  |Dm                                |C  Throw away your rights and wrongs, leave them in the dust (ah-ah)    |Bb                                   |A             Bb  A  Forget the day that you were born she'll take whatever she must |A             Bb  A    |A             Bb  A  Take whatever she must, take whatever she must  ||: Dm F     C     G  | Dm F     C     G  :||     Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah   Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah ||: Dm F     C     G  | Dm F     C     G  :||     Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah   Ah Ah-ah Ah-ah Ah 

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