Cifras
March 17

Tono: C

Introducción: Dm    F    C    G    

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Dm                                                            F                                    C                                      G  
It doesn't matter if your pot of gold is empty
Dm                                                    F                                            C                                      G  
And if you're out of luck and out of friends
F                                                                      C  
And if every day seems a mistake
                                                  G  
And you can see no changes
                                                                C                 G  
But they will come some day
Dm                                    F                              C                                                    G  
March 17 will rise again and we all know how this story ends
Dm                                                                              F                              C                         G  
Now we'll break the rules and no one else is safe
Dm                                                              F                                 C                                      G  
It doesn't matter if your horseshoe is damn rusty
Dm                                                 F                                                            C                         G  
And if everything is dark and there ain't no green
F                                                                                      C  
Today all those things are such a foolish
                                          G                                                            C                                      G  
We can dance in dublin and wake up in here
F  
April was a month that we can leave behind
C  
And maybe may brought no better tide
G  
In june i was so sad i can't describe
F  
I guess the same shit came in july
C  
August was a so fucked up month
G  
September i felt so alone
C  
October i wrote depressive songs
G  
November i screamed turn it up!
F  
December santa stood at home
C  
January ain't no white crow
G  
February i was so doped i thought it would be the end of my world