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PICTURING THE PAST - Sonata Arctica Standard Tuning (EADGBe) (Ecliptica - Revisited version in Am [down 4]) C#m D G# C#m C#m D G# C#m C#m D G# C#m B C#m D G# C#m B E
C#m In a house where no one DneG#ver C#msleeps Lays a man who sees more Bwith his C#meyes Picturing the past beDfore G#him C#m In a bed, alone, with Bclothes Eon A Paying for a service F#m He doesnâ?EBt reC#mally DneeG#d C#m B E
C#m With his eyes, he sees more Dlove G#and C#mlust More tears, far too much to Bhandle C#m Can’t tell a soul,D not G#this time C#m They’d lock him right up A Too much of burning bushes F#m Too much for Ehis Bweak C#msoul D G# C#m B E
A In his mind, oh so jaded F#m He’s gone too far behind D Of all the visions seen, G#this one makes him scream
C#mHe cannot live neither Bdie in this C#mworld EBurning sensation inF#mside, you know G#mhow that C#mhurts? Making up for the Bcrimes of your C#mlife With Escythe as your sword You must F#mfight ‘tillG# the enC#md of tBimeA E F#m G#
D#m C# D#m C# F#m E F#m E Bm F#m Bm F#m
DDon’t loAok behindBm, or you will C#sus4fall thrC#oughC#m the BtimAe G# C#mOnly time can make you Dsee G#behC#mind Of the curtain hiding the Bsecret
G# C#m B A F#m
G#Your time is up when you Asee the light
G# C#m B A F#m
DYou can live as a Anoble man but when Btime C#sus4You won’C#t be C#mleft BbehAindG#
C#m With the sound of time ringing Din G#his C#mhead He leaves the house where Bno one never C#msleeps Job well done knowing Dthat G#at C#mleast one will be pleased B AHiding is always useless F#m Pictures will Efade Bwith C#mtime D G# C#m B E
A Seeking for a winner of the F#mday, prize of life is here D Of all the visions seen G#this one makes him scream
C#mHe cannot live neither Bdie in this C#mworld EBurning sensation inF#mside, you know G#mhow that C#mhurts? Making up for the Bcrimes of your C#mlife With Escythe as your sword You must F#mfight ‘tillG# the enC#md of time
C#mHe cannot live neither Bdie in this C#mworld EBurning sensation inF#mside, you know G#mhow that C#mhurts? Making up for the Bcrimes of your C#mlife With Escythe as your sword You must F#mfight ‘tillG# the enC#md of tiBme A G#
C#m B A G# C#m