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Jethro Tull - Black Satin Dancer Jethro Tull - Black Satin Dancer | Transpozícia: [+1 +2 -1 -2] |
BbCome, let me Fplay with you, Cblack satin GdanFcerG.
BbIn all your Fgiving, Cgiven is the GansFwerG.
BbTearing Flife from limb Cand looking sweGetFer G
Bbthan the Fbrightest flCower in my GgarFden.G
BbBegging your paFrdon - sheddCing right unGreasonF.G
BbOver senFsation fly tChe fleeting seasonGs.F G
AmThin wind whGispering on bAmroken mBbandoEblin.
BbBending the Fminutes - the hoCurs ever turnGingF
on that Dmold Cgold story of merFcy.
CDesperate bFreathing. TBbongue nEbipple-teaCsing.
Your Gmfast river flowDming - your norBbthern Ffire Cfed.
Come, Dmblack satin Gmdancer, come Csoftly to beAmd.Am/G Am/F# F
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