Intro:
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G-----7--5--7---------7--5--7--
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Verse (and solo):
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B-5---6---5--------6--5-----------5------------5---6---5--------6--5-----------5------
G-----------7-5----------7--5---------7------------------7-5----------7--5---------7--
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Bridge:
F G C F
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B-6---6--6----6--8---8--8----5--6--5---8--6--
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Chorus:
C
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G-----------------7---5--5-------------7---5--5-
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Verse 1:
C
They cried the tears, they shed their fears,
C G
up and down the land.
C
They stole guitars, and used guitars,
C G
so the tape would understand.
Bridge:
F G
without even, the slightest hope,
C F
of a thousand sales
F G
Just as if, as if they were,
C F
hitsville in U.K.
Chorus:
F C
I know the boy was all alone,
C
'till the hitsville hit U.K.
Verse 2:
They say true talent,
will always emerge in time,
when lightning hits, small wonder,
its sparks for factory time
Bridge:
No expense accounts, no lunch discounts,
or hypeing up the charts
the band went in, and knocked 'em dead,
in two minutes fifty-nine
Chorus
Solo (verse w/out lyrics)
Bridge:
No slimy deals, no smarmy eels,
in hitsville U.K.
we'll shake them and say, we'll operate,
in hitsville U.K.
Chorus:
I know the boy felt all alone,
'till the hitsville hit U.K.
Verse 3:
The mutants, creeps and muscled men,
are shaking like the leaves,
it blows a hole in the radio
when it hasn't sounded good all week
Bridge:
A mighty boom, in your living room,
in hitsville U.K.
no consumer trials, no A.O.R's
in hitsville U.K.
Chorus
I know the boy felt all alone,
'till the hitsville hit U.K.
now the boys and girls are not alone,
now that hitsville hit U.K.
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Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])
