• Song:

    The Brothel

  • Artist:

    Susanne Sundfor

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Purple pavement
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Crookfingers knocking on windows without souls
Am             C            Em        Am
Bodies are swinging from rooftops and poles
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Howling through hollows
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Restless nights in one night cheap hotels
Am            C            Em        Am
Oh, I'm only drifting to always come back

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Now I search for something
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Oh, whatever, I don't really care
Am             C                 Em        Am
Driving with their lights off they can be anywhere
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Rolling down their windows
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Open card with open mouths
Am     C         Em     Am           
Golden teeth and golden cars


Am                     Am                                       F  
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Dm                   G
Still you follow my trail
Am                     Am            F    Dm               G 
I'll do it all, I'll do whatever you say, God has left me anyway


Love I laid in payment
Stars with stains and heaven and afterglow
Beneath the ashes are echoes buried alive
They are howling through hollows
Once we share their temple of our arms
Now our heads are hung up on walls

We are ruins within ruins
On every corner a gladiator is begging for another century
When no one cut your tongue to know nothing and to know it all
To be both the animal and god

You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway
You cover your eyes, you cover your mouth, you cover your ears
Still you follow our trail
We'll do it all, we'll do whatever you say, God has left us anyway

          C             F         C       G
There are echoes in the garden is anybody listening
          C                  F         C       G
There are echoes lost in the garden is anybody listening

They whisper:
          C           F             C                 G
The ones who are only living is the ones who are only dying
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