Spiritual Front - Odete

W^Bme’re t^Gwo drifters, two lovers with no ^Escrap of future ^Aa dying couple on the ^Bmthe dank streets of L^Gisbon Will our f^Eear be enough to mak^Ae us feel alive? ^BmWhy am I trying to li^Gve through you? W^Ehy am I trying to l^Aive through you?

^BmWould you like k^Dids, Odete? ^GMotherhood means giving up s^Eome of your life ^BmYour hands are beauti^Dful, Odete Touch^G me but now l^Eet me lose myself ^BmMy life so em^Dpty that gives n^Gothing more Than the d^Eays spent with you ^BmI feel your hysterical ^Djerking of my hips I’m tr^Gying to believe you, t^Eouching your lips

^CPlease, please ^Emtell me, Odete Could you rep^Glace your lover with m^De? ^CConvincing yourself to lo^Emve is the To love^G is the hardest thin^Dg

^BmYou’ll dance on my grave And you’ll fu^Dck my soul Yo^Gu have the right to li^Ee to me too ^BmI spy on you and envy the l^Dove that bound you I^G want to try to und^Eerstand where ^BmThe joy starts n fades D^Death didn’t take t^Gake him away Re^Elieve him through me ^BmI’m vulgar, I’m crazy and ^DI’m loving you C’^Gmon Odete Sleep on ^Emy tomb