9 acessos
Pain Of Salvation - Ending Theme
Intro: F#m D 3x Am D
F#m D 3x Am D Dm
F#m D F#m D
And so
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I find myself here once again - first step down Remedy Lane
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Budapest you tore my world apart - well, here I am
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Worn with rope ends on my mind, torn with blood scarred in my eyes
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But now I'm back to shake that from my life
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Ending theme, ending theme
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Ripping at the seams, for an opening
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Back again at Deak Ter - I know I could have left her there
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It was the feeling of leaving myself that I could not bear
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The same old hotel room in Pest one night before the Sziget fest
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Hungarian Princess will you share my rest?
To rest in my...
F#m D F#m D
ENDING THEME, ENDING THEME
F#m D Am D F#m D F#m D
Ripping at the seams, for an opening
(F#m, D 3x Am D) Rap:
to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for - who to be
sitting here as once before, weeks ago - just waiting for a knock on that door
and I have left all I thought was me to find out, to make sure if it was you or me
that made me feel so free and real, but when we kiss I don't know, I just don't know
'cause it leaves a taste of emptiness, and I think What if I'm simply depressed?
blind, just finding rest from my mind here in Budapest?
confusing zest with the joy of being blessed with the bliss of self-escape as we kiss?
and mixing my being unstressed with your being undressed and the taste of being true
with the fresh taste of me and you as we touch? I don't know
but I saw so much of me in you, the me I've missed, the young and free in you
but still, that doesn't mean a thing, may not mean anything about my needing you
but I guess we had to meet, to be near; to make sure, and still my dear
beyond this bed and that door, to be honest, I fear I just don't know
Solo: Am, F 3x Cm F
Am, F 3x Cm F
F#m D F#m D
ENDING THEME ENDING THEME
F#m D Am D
Fanning flames to dreams of belonging
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ENDING THEME ENDING THEME
F#m D Am D F#m D
Ripping at the seams, for an opening
to be honest I don't know what I'm looking for...
lying here, watching you leave through that door