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They Dance Alone Chords by Sting,
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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D|--2------------2-------2----|--2-4--------4-0-2-----2-4--------4-0-2---|
A|----------------------------|------------------------------------------|
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A Amaj7 F#m
Why are these women here, dancing on their own.
B A E
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
A Amaj7 F#m
Why are the soldiers here, their faces fixed like stone?
B Esus E
I can’t see what it is that they despise.
Chorus:
F#m A F#m A
They’re dancing with the missing, they’re dancing with the dead.
F#m A F#m A
They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid.
G D G D
They’re dancing with their fathers, they’re dancing with their sons.
E dm6 E dm6
They’re dancing with their husbands, they dance alone.
E
They dance alone.
Repeat Part two
A Amaj7 F#m
The only form of protest they’re allowed.
B A E
I’ve seen their silent faces, they scream so loud.
A Amaj7 F#m
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:
A D Bm F#m
One day we’ll dance on their graves, one day we’ll sing our freedom.
A D Bm F#m
One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance.
A D Bm F#m
One day we’ll dance on their graves, one day we’ll sing our freedom.
A D Bm F#m
One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance.
A Amaj7 F#m
Hey Mister Pinochet, you’ve sown a bitter crop.
B A E
It’s foreign money that supports you, one day the money’s going to stop.
A Amaj7 F#m
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
Amaj7 F#m
And we’ll dance, and we’ll dance
Bm A
And we’ll dance, and we’ll dance