Tom: Em
[Em]No one knows what it's [G]like, to be the[D] bad man,
to be the [C]sad man, Be[A]hind Blue eyes.
[Em]No one knows what it's [G]like to be [D]hated,
To be [C]fated, to telling [A]only lies.
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But my [C]dre[D]ams, they aren't as [G]empty,
As my [C]conscience [D]seems to [E]be
I [Bm]have hours, [C]only lonely
My love is [D]vengence that's [A]never free
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[Em]No one knows what it's l[G]ike to feel these [D]feelings
Like I [C]do, and I blame [A]you.
[Em]No one bites back as [G]hard on their [D]anger,
None of my [C]pain and woe, can show [A]through.
(Chorus)
[D]When my [Bm]fist [A]clenches crack [E]it open,
[Bm]before I use [G]it and loose [D]my cool.
When I [Bm]smile tell [A]me some bad [E]news,
before I [Bm]laugh and [A]act like a [E]fool
[D]And if I [Bm]swallow [A]anything [E]evil,
[Bm]stick your finger [G]down my th[D]roat.
If I [Bm]shiver please give [A]me a bl[E]anket,
keep me [Bm]warm let me [A]wear your [E]coat.
[Em]No one knows what it's [G]like, to be the[D] bad man,
to be the [C]sad man, Be[A]hind Blue eyes.
Créditos: Paulo Roberto A. Macena(paulomacena@bol.com.br)
Correção: João Baptista de Andrade Silva (j.baptista@bol.com.br)
