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FI got high with an art teacGher of mine CI learned how to paint portraits Gand landscapes with perspective C Fbut I've been sitting here the better part Gof eighteen years Cblank stare blank canvas GI'm in need of a new viCew of soAmme new scenery to render
Fthere's a boat leavingG Cwhere it goes, well IG don't know
FI've been buried alive Gmy history teacher by my side C lest I forget those mistakes Gthat better men have made C Fthe battles fought and lost Gsmall victories at what cost? Cthe curriculum is dated, my inspiratiGon fading C Ama slow setting sun
Fthere's a boat leavingG Cwhere it goes, well IG don't know Cbut if it floats i'm Ggetting on C with or without you Am
Fthe winds are strong enough Gour native tongues will failC us Goh the pleasure I would take C in renaming everythinAmg
Fthere are boats leaving G Cwhere they go, well I dGon't know Cbut it's a chance to see something new Am Fwill you come with me?