Dmaj/Amaj/Emin/Gmaj
im locked away in my own hideaway spot
close the door and lock the lock
ive had my fill for now ill see you in awhile
for now i fly south where its dry
this world is so complicated sometimes
and it can mess with your mind
try to be a good man but sometimes im unkind
this is my time to unwind
ive been walkin these streets for many odd years
sometimes ambition strikes me, overcome the fears
and though i know the whisperings
im still the guy who plays guitar and sings
the weathers changing and im reminded of england
it was my home, the place of which i was fond
roaming in the countryside
those were the days, what a ride
sometimes you lose something that means alot to you
and even though you might be confused
through the mists, you know what to do
and fuck the people that're tellin you you're rude
find someone to love, find somewhere to live
forgive the rest, and they'll try to forgive
you can't be perfect, but you can be you
try out that attitude
F#maj/Cmaj/Gmaj/Dmaj
uncles gone
im forlorn
but life goes on
and on and on
im still here
he's still around
in photographs
he's still around
Friday, September 30, 2011
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