The Strypes

The Strypes

Behind Closed Doors
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C 
It's a national crisis 
Your dependence on vices 
G 
I'm amazed at your resilience 
To laugh at the other drunken millions 
C 
When the clothes you've worn to work today 
Are speckled with sick and beaujolais 
G 
Hit with the hammer of hard home truths 
There's only one thing that's left to do 

C 
Put your plans on the long finger 
Em                                              Am 
Leave your wife promise the kids you'll see them 
                          G 
But they know that's just feeble optimism 
      C 
You'd like to think you'd have kept in touch 
Em                                 Am 
Some consideration for someone you love 
                        G 
But you were never very into altruism 

C      Am     G                    C 
Behind closed doors, decisions are made 
       Am     G 
Behind closed doors 

Solo: C  G 

C 
Become disenchanted and get your own place 
Maudlin in private the tears fall with grace 
G 
On damp sheets that smell of dual pack lenore 
And the cigarette ash from the night before 
C 
A threadbare sofa out in the street 
The crumblin' bus station couldn't be more bleak 
G 
An old man and his dog just sit and talk 
You have to wonder who's taking who for a walk 

C 
Put your plans on the long finger 
Em                          E                   Am 
Leave your wife promise the kids you'll see them 
                          G 
But they know that's just feeble optimism 
      C 
You'd like to think you'd have kept in touch 
Em                     E           Am 
Some consideration for someone you love 
                        G 
But you were never very into altruism 

C      Am     G                    C 
Behind closed doors, decisions are made 
       Am     G                                 C 
Behind closed doors, you never know what goes on 

Solo: C  G  C  G 

C 
There's no recourse to be taken here 
The ignored phone calls have made it clear 
G 
They're better off without you in every way 
You pass in the street but there's nothing to say 
C 
There comes a time when you have to decide 
Do you put your family before your pride 
G 
You'd rather see them happy in their own way 
Than miserable with you for another day 

C      Am     G                    C 
Behind closed doors, decisions are made 
       Am     G 
Behind closed doors 
C      Am     G                    C 
Behind closed doors, decisions are made 
       Am     G                                 C 
Behind closed doors, you never know what goes on 

Solo: C  G  C  G

Enviado por: Tamara Superti Moreira

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