Sonata Arctica - Picturing the past
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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?E?Bt 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 Canât tell a soul,D not G#this time
C#m Theyâd 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 Heâs 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 âtillG# 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
DDonât 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 wonâC#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 âtillG# 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 âtillG# the enC#md of tiBme A G#
C#m B A G# C#m