Right Next Door To Hell, Guns N´ Roses (acordes)

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 Intro: Mi 

  La               Si          Do# Re
   I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
             Si                La             Sol 
   Jesus, don't ya git tired of turnin' tricks
    La                Si 
   But when your innocence dies
      Do# Re
   You'll find the blues
          Si              La             Sol 
   Seems all our heroes were born to lose
     La    Si 
   Just walkin' through time
     Do# Re
   You believe this heat
             Si            La                 Sol 
   Another empty house, another dead and street
    La      Si            Do# Re
   Gonna rest my bones an sit for a spell
          Si                 La          Sol   La 
   This side of heaven, this close to hell

     Re                  La 
   Right next door to hell
     Mi                         Fa#
   Why don't write a letter to me?
                Re                  La 
   I said I'm right next door to hell
    Mi                       Fa#
   And so many eyes are on me
     Re                   La 
   Right next door to hell
     Mi                   Fa#
   I go nowhere else to be
      Re                  La 
   Right next door to hell
               Mi                        Fa#  Mi 
   Fells like the walls are closing on me

  La    Si                  Do# Re
   My mama never really said much to me
             Si                  La        Si 
   She was much too young and scared to be
    La       Si               Do#  Re
   Hell, "Freud" might say that's what I need
        Si               La         Sol  La 
   But all I really ever get is greed
         Si                Do# Re
   And most my friends they fell the same
         Si                      La          Sol 
   Hell, we don't even have ourselves to blame
    La   Si               Do# Re
   But times are hard and thrills are cheaper
            Si 
   As your arms get shorter
       La              Sol   La 
   Your pockets get deeper

    Re                    La 
   Right next door to hell
    Mi                               Fa#
   Why don't you write a letter to me?
               Re                    La 
   I said I'm right next door to hell
    Mi                       Fa#
   And so many eyes are on me
    Re                    La 
   Right next door to hell
       Mi                              Fa#
   I never thought this is where I'd be
             Re                 La 
   But I'm right next door to hell
        Mi                            Fa#
   Thinkin' time'll stand still for me
   Fa#  Sol Sol# La  [Mi Re# Re Do#m]2x Si [La Sol#m Fa#m Sol#m La] Si Mi  
   Fuck you!                                       Fa Fa# Fa Fa#

    Sol               La 
   Not bad kids just stupid ones

            Mi 
   Yeah, thought we'd own the world
   And gettin' used was havin' fun

                 Sol               La 
   I said we're not sad kids just ones, yeah
  Mi 
   Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone
    Sol 
   So much out there
        La 
   Still so much to see

         Mi 
   Time's too much to handle
   Time's too much for me

                Sol 
   It drives me up the walls
             La 
   Drives me out of my mind
    Mi 
   Can you tell me what this means, huh?
 





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