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Category: Music
What today said yesterday, tomorrow says today You might not understand, but neither do they
There's a draft coming in through my window, the cold air makes me feel alright And i dont feel to tired even though it's the middle of the night
I seen a man talk to himself, he seemed to be doing fine He looked at me in that tone of voice, as if I was the one lying
The last drink I had, went right to my head I think the one I drank was a whiskey & red
(play chords over in reverse)
Is the Truth worth finding out, if were only going to be hurt Maybe it wouldn't surprise us all if we knew we were been treated like dirt
And what makes things go around, I could never tell It's just like what awaits us all, if it heaven or is it hell?
I know which one i'd prefer, the one were angels fly around And not the one were the devil plays, with fire underground
(played simply on guitar with E,D, G-C-G with variations of these chords after each verse)
1:07 PM
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