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this life

sexta y primera en re
primera prueba
segundo intento sin coros
tercer intento arpegiado

Riding through this world
All alone
God takes your soul
You’re on your own

The crow flies straight
A perfect line
On the devil’s path
Until you die

This life is short
Baby that’s a fact
Better live it right
You ain’t coming back

Gotta raise some hell
Before they take you down
Gotta live this life

Gotta look this world
In the eye
Gotta live this life
Till you die

You better have soul
Nothing less
Cause when it’s business time
It’s life or death

The king is dead
But life goes on
Don’t lose your head
When a deal goes down

Better keep your eye
On the road ahead
Gotta live this life

Gotta look this world
In the eye
Gotta live this life
Till you die

my name is luka

G D C D (estrofa, my name is…)
Em D (puente, if you hear…)
C D (estribillo, just don’t ask…)

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

I think it’s ‘cause I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
just don’t argue anymore
just don’t argue anymore

Yes, I think I’m okay
Walked into the door again
if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway

I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am
Just don’t ask me how I am

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you’ve seen me before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was
Just don’t ask me what it was

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don’t ask why !!!
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

where did you sleep last night

Algún día aprenderé a pronunciar wind, pero no sé cuándo.

My girl, my girl don’t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun do not ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
his head was found in a driving wheel
but his body never was found

my girl my girl don’t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught

my girl, my girl where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun do not ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught

My girl, my girl don’t lie to me
tell me where did you sleep last night?
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught
My girl, my girl where will you go
I’m going where the cold wind blows
in the pines, in the pines
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver throught the night whole throught…