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Acordes: F (FA) C (DO) G (SOL) G7 (SOL7)
The twilight it seems to come down like a dream to envelop us,
With the night-tide so near and the promise of beer we go in,
And there on the stools and the benches are sitting our fellow kind,
And tucked in the corner the old lonely guy that nobody minds,
And the plumes of smoke rise and dancing embrace in the air,
And the fog it lays thick up above but no one seems to care,
Nobody ever seems to care,
Yes, nobody ever seems to care,
Estribillo:
And in smokey bars and pubs,
In the dark corners,
That's where the real life lives,
That's where the battles are won and lost,
As under the table all hopes are tossed,
The barmaid she stands with her hips in her hands and asks what would I like,
So I point at a pump, I think that today I'll try something mild,
And I look at her face, the smudged lipstick that says she's seen better days,
But somehow she paused and got stuck at the stile that is middle age,
And the song lingers on from the death of the morn,
And murmuring, looking into our glasses we sing,
We all sing along,
Estribillo.
You tell me that you have been ever so sad now for many days,
But I look in your eyes and I see now that sadness has many ways,
And I touch your face to wipe off the tear that glistens there,
And holding your hand, I say to you please don't be sad my love,
Open your eyes and look at the skies o so blue above,
Can you see the faces and castles of clouds floating merrily by?
And I could sing you a song of a snake in a tree,
Of the unhappy eyes of the people I see,
But that would be telling and perhaps it is me that is unhappy,
Perhaps it is me that is unhappy?
Perhaps it is me that is unhappy?
And in smokey bars and pubs,
In the dark corners,
That's where the real life lives,
That's where the battles are won and lost,
As under the table all hopes are tossed,
That's where the fragments of dreams reside,
That's where the valient loosers hide,
That's where our memories are put to rest,
Those are the places I know the best,
That's where are love shall make us strong,
And we'll drink and we'll smoke to the end of the song.
(c) 2003 Mike Harris, 2005 Los Espamos Plásticos.
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