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Amazing song by Sting any comments suggestions or even mistakes (my first tab)?
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They dance alone - Sting
Part one: Part two:
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B|------0--0-------0-------2--|------0--------------------0--------------|
G|----2--------2-------2------|--------2--------------------2------------|
D|--2------------2-------2----|--2-4--------4-0-2-----2-4--------4-0-2---|
A|----------------------------|------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------|------------------------------------------|
Why are these women here dancing on their own.
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here their faces fixed like stone?
B Esus E
I can’t see what it is that they despise.
Chorus:
They’re dancing with the missing they’re dancing with the dead.
They dance with the invisible ones their anguish is unsaid.
They’re dancing with their fathers they’re dancing with their sons.
They’re dancing with their husbands they dance alone.
They dance alone.
Repeat Part two
The only form of protest they’re allowed.
I’ve seen their silent faces they scream so loud.
If they were to speak these words they’d go missing too.
B Esus E
Another woman on the torture table what else can they do?
Chorus
Chorus 2:
One day we’ll dance on their graves one day we’ll sing our freedom.
One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance.
One day we’ll dance on their graves one day we’ll sing our freedom.
One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance.
Hey Mister Pinochet you’ve sown a bitter crop.
It’s foreign money that supports you one day the money’s going to stop.
No wages for your tortures no budget for your guns.
B Esus E
You think of your mother dancing with her invisible son.
Chorus + Chorus 2
And we’ll dance and we’ll dance
And we’ll dance and we’ll dance
(moins de barrés)