Cifras
The Bowery

Tom: D

Introdução:

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Im down at the bowery, oh Lord oh Lord
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Gonna tell you how I got here
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First I gotta shoot some dice and win
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So I can get my room again
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It    all started with a love so true and the angels flew
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Higher than Ive ever been
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With a sparkle in her face and her eyes and the butterflies
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It all came rushing in
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             Buttercup,      I lost my wife in    73
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     She took ill,      she done died on me
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And Ive nothing more to live for
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So I packed up a bag and went
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I just started wandering
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I hid in the booze and the shadows of the night
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I just started crumbling
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             Buttercup,      I lost my wife in    73
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     She took ill,      she done died on me
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And Ive nothing more to live for
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Oh, it just    dont seem fair...
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I met her under a chandelier
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And time and space changed from there
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             Buttercup,      I lost my wife in    73
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     She took ill,                                 she done died on me
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             Buttercup,      I lost my wife in    73
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     She took ill,                    Lord she done died on me
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And Ive nothing more to live for
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And Ive nothing more to live for
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And Ive nothing more to live for