Matchbox 20 - Shame

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Date: Wed, 14 Jan 1998 18:59:41 -0800
From: Rafael Amaral
Subject: "Shame" by Matchbox 20.

Song:Shame
Artist:Matchbox 20
Album: Yourself or Someone Like You

Tabbed by Rafael Amaral(ramaral@net.em.com.br)

This is played with capo, but i'm tabbing it without it.If you want it
with capo e-mail at ramaral@net.em.com.br

Intro:(Verse)
B - E
E------------2~---------------0-----2----0--------
B---------4-----4----------------0----------0------
G-------4----------4-------------------------------
D--------------------------2-----------------------
A---2----------------------------------------------
E--------------------------------------------------
Verse:
B E B E
What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone
B E B E
Past yourself forget the light, things look dirty when it's on
B F# E F# B
Funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away
F# E F#
And there's no one around you can remember being

Now this:
G#m - E
E-------4------4~---------4----------
B---------4---------------------5----
G-----------4----------4----4--------
D------------------------------------
A------------------------------------
E------------------------------------
good to you

Chorus:
B G#m F#
Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you
E
And open up more
B G#m F# E
Shame, shame, shame

Verse 2:(same)
What we lost here is something better left alone
Second steps have been forgotten, will you tell me how they go
Set yourself, situate, like a fool try again
There's no one around you can remember being good, for you so

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
F# E G#m
We never thought we'd get so troubled
F# E G#m
We could never think that much
F# E G#m
It should never get this mad

VErse(same)
So let the wind blow ya, across a big floor
But there's no one around who can tell us what we're here for
Funny in a certain light, how we all look the same
And there's no one in life you can remember ever stood, for you, so

Anything you wanna say me e-mail me at ramaral@net.em.com.br