[ Предположительная тональность: C ] "They Want My Soul" Spoon Intro- C C Let's go get out in the street Am Somebody's gotta C Let's get the stars to align Am For lambs to slaughter F In the photographs Ab Their eyes make a signal path Em And the feeling goes on and on and on and on F Ab And on and on and on and on C7M Don't it feel like Friday night? Am Cars are all lined up C7M Let it go push you around Am Oh, what's it amount to? Dm G Dm G Card sharks and street preachers want my soul Dm G Dm G All the sellers and palm readers want my soul C7M Am Post sermon socialites F Ab Park enchanters and skin tights Dm G All they want's my soul C Yeah, they want my soul Interlude: C Am F In the photographs Ab Their eyes make a signal path Em And the feeling goes on and on and on and on F Ab And on and on and on and on C7M Let's go lose track of time Am Somebody's gotta C7M Let's get the stars to align Am For lambs to slaughter Dm G Dm G Educated folk singers want my soul Dm G Dm G Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul C Am I got nothing I want to say to 'em F Ab They got nothing left that I want Dm G All they want's my soul Yes, yes, I know it C Am They want my soul They want my soul Oh ah, want my soul Oh ah, they want my soul Oh ah, they want my soul
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