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-------------------------------------------------------------- You'll Be Coming Down-Bruce Springsteen -------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by:Nick V. E-mail:BlindTerry333@gmail.com Tuning:EADGBE B Bsus B Bsus B Bsus B
BWhite roses and misty blue eyes ERed mornings, then nothin' but grey F#skies BA cup of coffee, a heart shot clean through EThe jacket you bought me gone daisy F#grey-blue EYou're smiling now but you'll find oF#ut BThey'll use you up and spit you outE now EYour head's spinnin' in diamonds anF#d clouds BBut pretty soon it turnsF# out
EYou'll be comin' down F#now, baby baby BYou'll be coming doEwn EWhat goes around it comes arouF#nd and BYou'll be comin' dEown
BEasy street a quick buck and true lies ESmiles as thin as those dusky blue sF#kies BA silver plate of pearls my golden child EIt's all yours at least for a littleF# while BYou'll be fine long as your pretty Eface holds out EThen it's gonna get pretty coldF# out BAn empty stream of stars shooting bEy BYou got your hopes on hF#igh
EYou'll be comin' down F#now, baby baby BYou'll be coming doEwn EWhat goes around it comes arouF#nd and BYou'll be comin' dEown
AFor a while you'll go sparklin'E by C#Just another pretty thing on high...
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BLike a thief on Sunday morning EIt all falls apart with no warnF#ing BYour cinnamon sky's gone candy-apple green EThe crushed metal of your littleF# flying machine
EYou'll be comin' down F#now, baby baby BYou'll be coming doEwn EWhat goes around it comes arouF#nd and BYou'll be comin' dEown
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