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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
B All of the time, I'm thinking 'bout things too C#much And then I end up out ofE touch And feel a Emlot less real thanB before B I speak a lot of words but tend to say a lot C#less I'm just a fuckin' Emess And I will Emshut my bedroom Bdoor
[Pre-Chorus]
And as I Eiron out my brains To speak to Emice cream stains I'll Bstare at the ceiling stars and C#wonder why life's so hard ELocking the door, I will Emtalk to my floor
And I'll say [Chorus]
BOh, my friend I'm not sure C#what to do To get Eout of this goo that I abBsorb BHow to stop myself? Hell, if I C#know As above, so Ebelow, I'm my Emown damn spiritB orb
[Verse 2]
BMost of the time I'm scooping mud and diggingC# graves In these saltwaterE caves And overgrownEm hospitals the likBe BI'll step along the way to tell the frogs and C#toadstools about
How I hate this body
And Ethey'll say, oh Emthey'll say
[Bridge]
E"We would like to Emhelp you but BIt seems like you're living in dreams, C#come back to reality" EI'll cry "Wait!" and I will Emwake up late again B C# E Em
And in the Emorning, once more I will Emspeak to the floor and I'll say
[Chorus]
BOh, my friend I'm not sure C#what to do To get Eout of this gEmoo that I Babsorb BHow to stop myself? Hell, if I C#know As above, so Ebelow, I'm my Emown damn spirit Borb As above, so Ebelow, I'm my Emown damn spirit Borb