A-Ha - Less Than Pure, аккорды песни для гитары
Gm Bb
We're going to go downtown
Gm Eb D
I hear this great new place has opened up
Gm Bb
And when we get there
Gm Eb D
I don't know It's taken ages
Don't you know
Bb
How long how long
F
Will this go on
Bb
How long how long
F
Time drags on
Bb F
How long I find I
Eb D
can't go on much longer now
But the place in question's hard to find
Not a cab ride to the door
As you wonder in your doubtful mind
Is it really worth all that and more
We seem to be a little lost or something
I'm not really sure about the choice we're making
The toil it's taking on
How long how long
Will this go on
How long how long
The time drags on
How long
I find I can't go on much longer now
But the place in question's hard to find
Like an illness with no cure
And our heads are getting wearier
And our hearts are less than pure
Less than pure
How long I find
I can't go on much longer now
And the place in question's hard to find
Not a cab ride to the door
And our heads are getting wearier
And our hearts are less than pure
A-Ha - Less Than Pure, аккорды песни для гитары
Gm Bb
We're going to go downtown
Gm Eb D
I hear this great new place has opened up
Gm Bb
And when we get there
Gm Eb D
I don't know It's taken ages
Don't you know
Bb
How long how long
F
Will this go on
Bb
How long how long
F
Time drags on
Bb F
How long I find I
Eb D
can't go on much longer now
But the place in question's hard to find
Not a cab ride to the door
As you wonder in your doubtful mind
Is it really worth all that and more
We seem to be a little lost or something
I'm not really sure about the choice we're making
The toil it's taking on
How long how long
Will this go on
How long how long
The time drags on
How long
I find I can't go on much longer now
But the place in question's hard to find
Like an illness with no cure
And our heads are getting wearier
And our hearts are less than pure
Less than pure
How long I find
I can't go on much longer now
And the place in question's hard to find
Not a cab ride to the door
And our heads are getting wearier
And our hearts are less than pure