Raw Sugar
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90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Sort of wonder why No one said a word
Don't you like it on the sly?
Don't you like it till it hurts?
Have I been on your mind? What's a voice without a song?
Something in your head You've been fighting all along...
I don't want to say it, The news is not so good
We'll never get away, And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn To be back in the game
'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, high rise grave)
No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood's a runway, Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire's
'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon
Raw sugar
I don't want to die living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
(same black day, high rise grave)
Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times, when I was still a girl
'Cause now I'm all baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie Coo
Sort of wonder why I missed a kiss for you
'Cause summer never comes (same black day, high rise grave)
Winter never comes (same black day, high rise grave)
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Readable chord sheet for Raw Sugar by Metric
Sort of wonder [Am]why No one said a [E/G#]word Don't you like it on the [C/G]sly? Don't you like it till it [Ab]hurts? Have [Bb]I been on your [Am]mind? What's a voice without a [E/G#]song? Something in your [C/G]head You've been fighting all a[Ab]long... [Bb]I don't want to [Am]say it, The news is not so good We'll never get away, And even if we could We'd just play the tambourine Around an open flame Oversleep and burn To be back in the game 'Cause [Bb]summer never [C]comes Nowhere near high [E]noon And winter never [Am]comes Nor the harvest [Ab]moon Raw [C]sugar I don't want to die living in a [Bb]high rise grave My baby come home [Ab](same black day, [Gm]high rise grave) No I'm not complaining, Yes it could be worse Ferment on the wish bone, Match the lips to the purse Neighborhood's a runway, Fry the ass and thighs Dirty diamond dealers, pushed behind the ire's 'Cause summer never comes Nowhere near high noon And winter never comes Nor the harvest moon Raw sugar I don't want to die living in a high rise grave My baby come home (same black day, high rise grave) Still I wear the [Am]red dress, Paint my toes and [E7]twirl Take it back to [C]old times, when I was still a [Ab]girl 'Cause [Bb]now I'm all [Am]baboon boys, Cootchie Cootchie [E7]Coo Sort of wonder [C]why I missed a kiss for [Ab]you 'Cause [Bb]summer never comes (same black day, high rise grave) Winter never comes (same black day, high rise grave)