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Cappo on 6th Fret, normal tuning
Intro and verses:
e|------0------0------0------0------0------0------0-0------------------------|
B|------1------1------1------1------1------1----------1----------------------|
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D|---3------3------3------3------3------3------3-----------------------------|
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B|------1------1------1------1------1------1-----1-1-1-----------------------|
G|------2------2------2------2------2------2-----2-2-2-----------------------|
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A|---0------0------0------0------0------0------0-----------------------------|
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Why can't we speak another language, one we all agree on
When men look outside, do they see houses
Instead of the fields they grew from
We are Constantly uprooted from them, making us tiresome and fearful
Can you get up right now, endeavor to freefall
You can fall if you want to It's just a matter of how far
You've treasured our home town
But you've forgotten where you are
And it will stay with you until you're mind's been found
and it has been found wondering around
Chorus
NOTE: G is not an actual G, I'm unsure of the chord but its:
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-3-
Am7
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With that skiCpping rope, the trampoline
The cGrafty smoke that made us choke
AmBut we didn't give up hope Am7
It's just the sCimple ways, of getting paid
The carGelessnes of running away
AmI wish I stayed Am7
Back to intro/verse
Patterns all aranged in my background
It's pillars and posts keeping this country on form
Letters were all sent with no addresses
So that people can't discover
Always undercover
Why do i always draw triangles
Instead of words this paper so deserves
You see
I don't own my clothes but i own my mind
And it's not what you've lost
But it's what you find.
I don't own my clothes but i own my mind
And it's not what you've lost
But it's what you find.
Chorus
cos you can fall if you want to
It's just a matter of how far
You've treasured our home town
But you've forgotten where you are
And it will stay with you until you're mind's been found
and it has been found wondering around
Chorus
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