Cifras
Shot With His Own Gun

Tom: D

Introdução:

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D+  
Ab  
Ebm  
Dm  Am  Dm  Am  
Am                                                                    F              C  
How does it feel now you've been undressed
             Dm                      C                                 G              C  
by a man with a mind like the gutter press
E                 Am                      D                      G              D  
So disappointed to find it's no big sin
G            D                 G            G#º  
Lying skin to skin
B  
G  
D  
A  
E  
Dm      Am      Dm    Am  
Shot with his own gun
Dm    Am    Dm  Am  
Now dad is keeping mum
                                                                  B  
                                                                  G  
                                                                  D  
                                                                  A  
                                                                  E  
Ab    F#    Ebm                      F#                         D                            D+  Bb      F  
Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away
Am                                                              F                    C  
What's on his mind now is anyone's guess
Dm                      C                         G                 C  
Losing his touch with each caress
E                                    Am                                    D         G  
Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing
        D                                 G  
He comes without warning
D                                    G      G#º  
Leaves without feeling
(CHORUS)
Ab  F#      Ebm                                         F#                              D                                 D+  Bb      F  
On your marks, man, ready, set Let's get loaded and forget
Am                                                         F              C  
The little corporal got in the way
          Dm            C                         G                    C  
And he got hit by an emotional ricochet
E                         Am                              D                            G  
It's a bit more now than dressing up dolly
D                 G                            D                 G    G#º  
Playing house seems so melancholy
Chorus
Ab  F#      Ebm                            F#                                 D                                         D+    Bb      F  
Oh it's too sad to be true your blue murder's killing you
(yeah, right, i can TAB that!?!)