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Video Karaoke Synchronicity II - The Police

Este tema es una versión de Synchronicity II, que popularizó The Police

Formatos disponibles:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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El formato CDG (también llamado CD+G o MP3+G) es compatible con la mayoría de los reproductores de karaoke. Incluye un archivo MP3 y la letra sincronizada (Versión Karaoke solo vende archivos digitales (MP3+G) y NO recibirás un CD).

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Este formato es compatible con el KaraFun Windows Player, un programa de karaoke gratuito. Te permite activar o desactivar los coros y la voz principal, además de cambiar el tono o el tempo.

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 160 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: LA

Duración: 05:09 - Escuchar en: 03:07

Fecha de publicación: 1983
Géneros: Rock, Música alternativa, En inglés
Compositor original: Sting

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Letra Synchronicity II

Another suburban family morning
Grandmother screaming at the wall
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies
We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration
But we know all her suicides are fake
Daddy only stares into the distance
There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime
At the bottom of a dark
Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning
The factory belches filth into the sky
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today
He doesn't think to wonder why
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts in a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch
And every single meeting with his so-called superior
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface of a dark Scottish loch
Another working day has ended only the rush hour hell to face
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance
He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlights
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark
Scottish lake
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away
Many miles away

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