Tono: B
Introducción:
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
D E
You'll be comin' down now baby
A D
You'll be comin' down
E
What goes around, it comes around and
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Easy street, a quick buck and true lies
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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
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 -