글
down on my knees ayo
Bm
down on my knees I'm begging you
Em
down on my knees I'm begging you
F#m
down on my knees I'm begging you...
Bm
...please, please don't leave me!
do you really think she can love you more than me?
do you really, really think so?
do you really think she can give you more than me?
baby I know she won't
cause I loved you unconditionally
I gave you even more than I had to give
I was willing for you to die
cause you were more precious to me than my own life
down on my knees I'm begging you
down on my knees I'm begging you
down on my knees I'm begging you...
...please, please don't leave me!
I won't believe
that you really really
wanna leave me just because of her
have you forgot about
all the things
weve been thru
she was not the 1 who was there for you
I loved you unconditionally
I gave you even more than I had to give
I was willing for you to die
cause you were more precious to me than my own life
down on my knees I'm begging you
down on my knees I'm begging you
down on my knees I'm begging you...
...please, please don't leave me!
don't leave me |Bm
I'm begging |Bm
I love you |Em
I need you |Em
I'm dying |F#m
I'm crying |F#m
I'm begging |Bm
please love me |Bm
I love you |Bm
I love you |Bm
I'm begging |Em
please love me |Em
I'm dying |F#m
I'm crying |F#m
please don't leave me |Bm
no no no no no
down on my knees I'm begging you
down on my knees I'm begging you
down on my knees I'm begging you...
글
i wish i was a puck rocker
D Em7 G Asus4 Bm A
Em7*
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CHORUS
D Em7 G D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
D G Asus4
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
D Em7 Bm G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
D Em7 G D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
D
When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Em7
Not everybody drove a car,
A Em7* D
When music really mattered and radio was king,
D
When accountants didn’t have control
Em7
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
A Em7* D
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
Chorus
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen
and anarchy was still a dream
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Chorus
When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super-info highway was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Chorus
D Em7 Bm G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
D Em7 G D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
