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Metric - Raw Sugar, off of Grow Up and Blow Away.
If I've made any errors that matter, let me know: smc42190@gmail.com. I'm not entirely sure
about the inversions (slash chords) in the first verse. Sonority-wise, I'm confident
they
are inverted as such, with a descending bass-line, half steps, but I'm not sure if what
have is exactly
what the acoustic guitar is playing.
It also sounds like most of the A minors are E-string barre chords, though again, I may again
be listening to the whole rather than solely the acoustic guitar there.
I was also loose about sevenths. The only chords that may have a seventh
are the E (and E/G#) chords. If you think you hear the D in there, let me know, and I'll give
it a listen and fix this.
Thanks,
Stephen
Other information:
Key: Am (and C)
Time: 4/4
Tuning: Standard
Sort of wonder Amwhy No one said a E/G#word
Don't you like it on the C/Gsly?
Don't you like it till it Abhurts?
Have BbI been on your Ammind? What's a voice without a E/G#song?
Something in your C/Ghead You've been fighting all aAblong...
BbI don't want to Amsay it, The news is not so good
We'll never get away, And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn To be back in the game
'Cause Bbsummer never Ccomes Nowhere near high Enoon
And winter never Amcomes Nor the harvest Abmoon
Raw Csugar
I don't want to die living in a Bbhigh rise grave
My baby come home
Ab(same black day, Gmhigh rise grave)
No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood's a runway, Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire's
'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, high rise grave)
Still I wear the Amred dress, Paint my toes and E7twirl
Take it back to Cold times, when I was still a Abgirl
'Cause Bbnow I'm all Ambaboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie E7Coo
Sort of wonder Cwhy I missed a kiss for Abyou
'Cause Bbsummer never comes (same black day, high rise grave)
Winter never comes (same black day, high rise grave)