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I Gwalk through my days Am in a sFpecified daze,G G Speculation'sAm, a specialFization, of Emmine. C
GCreating a mazeAm, a cFomplicated cage, G this mGap I've made,Am often Fbetrays,Em the mind. C
Little bGins and little boxes,Am little tF's met with crosseGs. GBox after boxAm I do put tFhings Gin, Am Gfriends and foes,Am diffeFrent kGin, Am and I feFar, I'll begEmin, agaiCn. G C/G
The onCly little box C/EI want to put you iAmn, G F is a hGouse a little home,Am with a fenFce built in. G with wiGndows and with doors Am and a beFd within G
Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A space to see the face of a friend. Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A place to plead our case to the end. Am (sus4) Gsus4 F G Am G A hand to hold with a golden band.
I Gwake up these days, Am pFlotting my way. G GTrudging through grey, Am F becoming each day, thisEm man. C
GLoving a womAmen, whose not right Fand not wrong. G She's not weaGk and not strong, Am but loFved forever long, byEm her man. 'CaCuse, C/G
TChe only littleC/E box I want to put Amyou iGn, F is a hGouse a little home,Am with a fenFce built in. G with wiGndows and with doors Am and a beFd within G
Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A space to see the face of a friend. Am (sus4) Gsus4 Csus4 A place to plead our case to the end. Am (sus4) Gsus4 F G Am G A hand to hold with a golden band.