Standard (EADGBE)
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If I make a mark in time, I can't say the mark is mine.
I'm only the underline, of the Word.
Yes, I'm like him, just like you, I can't tell you what to do.
Like everybody else I'm searching thru, what I've heard.
Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know?
Who, told tomorrow, Tuesday's dead?
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Oh preacher won't you paint my dream, won't you show me where you've been
Show me what I haven't seen, to ease my mind.
Cause I will learn to understand, if I have a helping hand.
I wouldn't make another demand, all my life.
Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know?
Who, told tomorrow, Tuesday's dead?
What's my sex, what's my name, all in all it's all the same.
Everybody plays a different game, that is all.
Now, man may live, man may die, searching for the question why.
But if he tries to rule the sky, he must fall.
Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know?
Who, told tomorrow, Tuesday's dead?
Now every second on the nose, the humdrum of the city grows.
reaching out beyond the throes, of our time.
We must try to shake it down, do our best to break the ground.
Try to turn the world around, one more time.
Yeah, we must try to shake it down, do our best to break the ground.
Try to turn the world around, one more time.
Whoa, where do you go? When you don't want no one to know?
Who, told tomorrow, Tuesday's dead?