Kunci Ukulele Hollywood Undead – Pour me Versi 1

P^Cour me, pour me, pour me another ^Em I^Amt holds me, holds me, like no other ^F One^C more drink, then I swear that I'm going home T^Emruth is that I don't really have a place to go S^Amo pour me, pour me, pour me another ^F

I^C wake up right about the mid-afternoon W^Emith the sun in the sky, the night's coming soon A^Amnd I walk to the mirror just to fix myself Am Am ( Em ) Yeah, life gets harder when you love nothing else S^Co I pick my pills from the counter drawer P^Emick my self esteem up off the fuckin' floor I^Am guess I'm a man of no recourse F F ( Em ) 'Cause I cracked another bottle, got no remorse A^Cnd I'll say a little prayer for the child in me I^Em swear I used to be what I truly believed T^Amhat I'm not just a man with these broken dreams T^Fhat even I can go to heaven if a part decease So

P^Cour me, pour me, pour me another ^Em I^Amt holds me, holds me, like no other ^F One^C more drink, then I swear that I'm going home T^Emruth is that I don't really have a place to go S^Amo pour me, pour me, pour me another ^F

P^Ceople get sick and then watch you bleed W^Emhen you fall from the top, boy you better believe T^Amhat the bottom they got just, yeah, just what you need Am Am ( Em ) But at the bottom you can't swim, 'cause you drank up the sea W^Chen we stop and we look up to the sky T^Emhey don't ask any questions, they ask us "Why?" D^Amon't have any answers, don't know what to say F F ( Em ) Our knees are getting tired, too tired to pray T^Chat's when we laid down, end of the road W^Eme all seem to walk, against the walk it alone A^Amnd I'm not just a man with these broken dreams E^Fven I can go to heaven if a part decease So

P^Cour me, pour me, pour me another ^Em I^Amt holds me, holds me, like no other ^F One^C more drink, then I swear that I'm going home T^Emruth is that I don't really have a place to go S^Amo pour me, pour me, pour me another ^F

T^Fime just seems to go, on and on ^G O^Gn and on, and on and on ^A L^Fife inside a bottle all along ^G A^Gll along, the bottle's gone ^A

I^F'm not just a man with these broken dreams E^Amven I can go to heaven if a part decease

W^Fhat's left inside a bottle if it's gone? ^Am J3T: O^Fne more song and I'm finally free I^Am'll meet you here in heaven, between the sea '^GCause I'm not just a man with these broken dreams That even I can go to heaven if a part decease So

P^Cour me, pour me, pour me another ^Em I^Amt holds me, holds me, like no other ^F One^C more drink, then I swear that I'm going home T^Emruth is that I don't really have a place to go S^Amo pour me, pour me, pour me another ^F

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