From: "Smith, Jeff (MSD)" <jsmith@programs.msd.lmsc.lockheed.com> Subject: s/seven_mary_three/cumbersome.crd Date: Thu, 28 Mar 96 09:56:00 pst Cumbersome -- Seven Mary Three

^F#She calls me Goliath and I w^Eear the David mask ^BI guess the stones are coming too f^F#ast for her now ^F#You know I'd like to believe this n^Eervousness will pass ^BAll the stones that are thrown are b^F#uilding up a wall ^F#I have bec^Aome cumbers^Eome to this w^F#orld ^F#I have bec^Aome cumbers^Eome to my g^F#irl

I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance But my old stone face can't seem to break her down She remembers bridges & burns them to the ground I have become cumbersome to this world I have become cumbersome to my girl

^F#Too heavy, too light, too black or too w^Ahite, too wrong or too right Today or ton^Eight...cumbers^F#ome ^F#Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me l^Aess and I'm wanting her more ^EThe bitter taste is cumbers^F#ome, no, yeah ^ANo, ^Ano, ^F#no... ^E ^E ^F# ^ANo, ^Ano, ^F#no, yeah ^E ^E ^F#

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^F#There is a b^Ealance between two w^Borlds One with an ^F#arrow and a cross ^F#Regardless of the b^Ealance Life has bec^Bome cumbers^F#ome

Too heavy, too light...

N^Aah, n^Aah, ^F#No, no..^E.yeah-^F#heah Y^Aour l^F#ife has become c^Eumbers^F#ome

Seven Mary Three - Cumbersome