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Blood On My Shoes

Dirty Pretty Things
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D-DU-UDU
You  look smart but that's not enough,
 You need a course  in attitude, nobody's fussed
 You can spend  all your days planning what to buy
 Than the signs  all spin around,
 You'll pay your debts in time
 You wanna shake,  shake, shake to fit in all that much
 There seems to be holes  in everything,
 These cold hands touch, and we'll take,  take, take
 and swallow the whole way down, we may fall  forever
 But we won't fall down...
 Cuz' we go la  la la la la la whoaaa
 And it's on
 There's blood on my shoes (nobody  knows)
 Because of you (where  did you go?)
 Where did you go? (nobody  knows)
 Where did you go?
 You're pretty,  so pretty,
 So long as somebody loves you, leave us alone,
 All the rich, get richer, but still they cry,
 They say the city is after us,
 But we don't know why.
 Profound is the debt, the debt you owe
 You owe it to sorrow, to sorrow you owe
 For one downmanship is all you've ever known
 You go to clamour for the glamour, it's never your own
 So long...
 There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
 Because of you (where did you go?)
 Where did you go? (nobody knows)
 Where did you go?
 With our cockeyed wistful vision our obliviance
 Through all the hell we raised,
 Maybe is how it should stay,
 When we don't feel change or pain, or ache or lust
 You go to reach for the sedative, but is never enough
 for a fake, fake spirit and a masquerade
 We have so many colors, but still we dwell in the shade,
 I play the pugilist, the apathist in so many ways
 Is always tomorrow or never, forever on a day...
 So long...
 There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
 Because of you (where did you go?)
 Where did you go? (nobody knows)
 Where did you go?

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Readable chord sheet for Blood On My Shoes by Dirty Pretty Things

[Em] [A]

[Em]You look smart but that's not enough,
You need a cou[A]rse in attitude, nobody's fussed
You can s[Em]pend all your days planning what to buy
Than the s[A]igns all spin around,
You'll pay your debts in time
You wanna s[Em]hake, shake, shake to fit in all that much
There seems to be ho[A]les in everything,
These cold hands touch, and we'll t[Em]ake, take, take
and swallow the whole way down, we may [A]fall forever
But we won't fall down...
Cuz' we go [Em]la la la la la la wh[A]oaaa
And it's [F#]on

There's blood on my [Bm]shoes [D](nobody knows)
Because of [Bm]you [D](where did you go?)
Where did you [Bm]go? [D](nobody knows)
Where did you [Bm]go? [Gm]    [F#]

You're pr[Em]etty, so pretty,
So long as somebody loves you, leave us alone,
All the rich, get richer, but still they cry,
They say the city is after us,
But we don't know why.

Profound is the debt, the debt you owe
You owe it to sorrow, to sorrow you owe
For one downmanship is all you've ever known
You go to clamour for the glamour, it's never your own

So long...

There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
Because of you (where did you go?)
Where did you go? (nobody knows)
Where did you go?

With our cockeyed wistful vision our obliviance
Through all the hell we raised,
Maybe is how it should stay,
When we don't feel change or pain, or ache or lust

You go to reach for the sedative, but is never enough
for a fake, fake spirit and a masquerade
We have so many colors, but still we dwell in the shade,
I play the pugilist, the apathist in so many ways
Is always tomorrow or never, forever on a day...

So long...

There's blood on my shoes (nobody knows)
Because of you (where did you go?)
Where did you go? (nobody knows)
Where did you go?

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