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[Intro] Am E (x2)
AmTripping over Ethings unsAmaid in a constant mEotion AmI cannot recogEnize the truth Am'cause it's unfamEiliar AmIf you didn't Ehave so much left to Amprove would there beE resistance AmKicking up this Ecloud of Amdust till it Ecovers us DI had been there and Edone it a thousand Ftimes but never with my Geyes open
CYou get what you pEmaid for CWe can't sell our GoEmddamn souls anGymoEmre anyGmorEme ADon't let them give you the runC around aGgaiEmn agGainEm AIt's up to you to make sense of it
Am E (x4)
AmNo one hEesitates to Amtaste when they come and Ethrow the feet down AmIf you wanna make hEaste kAmeep your fEeet on the ground AmI see you coming from a Emillion miles Amaway like a Estampede of footsteps AmKicking up this cloud of EdustAm till it Ecovers us DYou can't control what's Ehappen to your Fheart till you give it Gaway - till you give it away
EmSo many Gwords flooded Cin my vacant Ammind EmSo little Gspace too little sCleep too little tiAmme EmTripping Gover things unCsaid in a cAmonstant motion EmI cannot Grecognize the Ctruth 'cause I've Amnever known it D EI've never Fknown it I've Gnever known it
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