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[Verse 1]
C G F
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yea, I- I like it when you just, listen more, like, I just wanna, let go)
C
Today I’m listening to Macy Gray
G
And Billie Holiday
F
Miles Davis and John Coltrane
Tryna reminisce on the days I would take a train to my father’s place
F (quick)
A few panic attacks away
Em
Life is a circle and I used to run it
A# Am
Been round it enough, to light it then smoke it up
Dm
Got me coughing 'cause I don't do this shit a lot
These clothes are old but my trainers the latest drop
C G
Schmitt, Lenin on my bedside and Malcolm X
F
Ewan just sent me The Alchemist, that's next
My girl's here quite often these days
C
That’s a new picture for a frame, while the frame gets bigger then smaller
G
That’s my little brother in the corner
F
He don't look like me but he's like me
Says a lot about the world if you ask me
C
I'd give him the world if he asked me
G
In this black and white work, he doesn't read into colours
F
In his colouring book they all complement each other
I learn more from him than from anyone else
F (quick)
Not to question the world but let it question me
Em A#
We should all try and listen to the simplest minds
Am
For more times they see more than we do
Dm
Blinded by the lies that are designed to deceive you
C
I want to meditate and reason with evil
G
Heard you're forcing a reason for why we're not talking
But that’s not the truth
F
Some things are better let go and better unsaid
I'll shake your hand and wish you the best
C
I'm waking up to a sunset
G
And fall asleep to a drunk text
F
"I'm proud of you" is what my Mum said
"I love you" is what my Dad said
C
Yo, those are the words I need
G
They feel like a breeze
F
They let your Son breathe
[Chorus](no chords in this section, just slap to the beat)
N.C.
Yeah
N.C.
Feel the gas from the stove
N.C.
Hear the cars fill the roads
N.C.
Finally alone
N.C.
Step out of your clone
N.C.
Throw it in the washing machine and watch it go
N.C.
It'll be dry by tomorrow my bro
N.C.
An old space
N.C.
My suitcase in the middle
N.C.
These four walls tell you how well they listen
N.C.
Window that talked to me and taught me things
N.C.
It ain’t much but it's everything
[Verse 2]
C
There’s an art to honesty
G
Let truth slide off either side before it gets on top of me
F
Truth is, all of this shit's beyond my control
F (quick)
Until I start giving it thought and let it go
Em A#
Men have tried to pierce this question we're in
Am
Only sadness has shown 'em where a next world begins
Dm
So I stop asking questions and let life ask 'em
Fall back as these walls begin to darken
C (loud chords now)
Good morning
G
It's beautiful this morning
F
Sun shines through the window I left open
Travels up these walls that got to know me
F (quick)
I'll answer all the questions that you show me
Em
I leant on you
A#
'Til you were bruised too
Am
That’s why I shoulda never let those other walls go
Leant on you
Dm
'Til you shrugged me off
C
It's why I shoulda never let those other walls go
G
I grew up so well with my Mother
F
I woulda never had it any other
I'm still laid here reminiscing
F (quick)
Me holding your forced hand that forced all the difference
Em
I miss your cooking
A#
I miss just chillin'
Talk feelings
Am
In our house we had no ceilings
Dm
Just gimme the time and the place
C
And we'll recreate it
G
Today we got to talking 'bout philosophy
F
And the human passion for action
The desire to take one step forwards
F(quick)
Despite inevitably taking two steps backwards
Em (soft chords now) A#
We're too deep, to know which way the waves go
Am
As your words ring around my head like a halo
Pull up to the station
Am
Asking when you'll see me again
And I said "You'll always be my best friend"
[Chorus]
C
Feel the gas from the stove
G
Hear the cars fill the roads
Finally alone
F
Step out of your clone
Throw it in the washing machine and let it go
F (quick)
It'll be dry in an hour or so
Em
A new space
A#
My suitcase in the middle
Am
These four walls, wonder how well they'll listen
Window that'll talk to me and teach me things
It ain’t much but it's everything
C G F Em A# Am Dm C F G (soft)
Amen