intro : Am F Dm F C G F Am
verse 1 :
A# F Am
i know for sure his heart is here with me
A# F C
though i wish him back i know he cannot see
A# F
my hands trembling
Am
i know he hears me sing
F C Dm
i light this candle and watch it throw
F C
tears on my pillow
G F
and if there is a christ hell come tonight
Am
and pray for spanish eyes
and if i have nothing left to show but
tears on my pillow
what kind of life is this if god exists
then help me pray for spanish eyes
verse 2 :
he had to fight like all the rest
in the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
i dont understand , at least he was a man
chorus
( chorus akkoorden )
and if i have nothing left to show but . . .
F ( C ) / Dm / Am ( G ) F /
how many lives will they have to take
how much heartache
how many suns will they have to burn
spanish eyes
Am
when will they ever learn
solo
Am / F / C / Dm / F / C / G / F / Am
verse 3 :
you were not maravilla in our minds
we were proud to fight
but we cannot win this blind
stand your arms against the wall
whos next in line to fall
chorus
and if i have nothing left to show but . . .
how many lives will they have to take . . .
intro : Am F Dm F C G F Am
verse 1 :
A# F Am
i know for sure his heart is here with me
A# F C
though i wish him back i know he cannot see
A# F
my hands trembling
Am
i know he hears me sing
F C Dm
i light this candle and watch it throw
F C
tears on my pillow
G F
and if there is a christ hell come tonight
Am
and pray for spanish eyes
and if i have nothing left to show but
tears on my pillow
what kind of life is this if god exists
then help me pray for spanish eyes
verse 2 :
he had to fight like all the rest
in the barrio all the streets are paved with fear
i dont understand , at least he was a man
chorus
( chorus akkoorden )
and if i have nothing left to show but . . .
F ( C ) / Dm / Am ( G ) F /
how many lives will they have to take
how much heartache
how many suns will they have to burn
spanish eyes
Am
when will they ever learn
solo
Am / F / C / Dm / F / C / G / F / Am
verse 3 :
you were not maravilla in our minds
we were proud to fight
but we cannot win this blind
stand your arms against the wall
whos next in line to fall
chorus
and if i have nothing left to show but . . .
how many lives will they have to take . . .
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