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Intro
It's quite a gamble to speak outta place
Those things could kill you, but so could yr face
What occupies me pays a low rent
Because fondness makes the heart grow absent
These things I say may seem to be cruel
to show you something from my heart to you:
lookin' at you reminds me of looking at the sun
and how the blind are so damn
Those holes on yr face could be used better ways
breathing's a distraction when you chatter away
these things I say may seem to be lies
to seem risque or sensationalize
but too many people can remember yr name
always walking you down Memory Lame
these things I say may seem to offend
but not half as much as I'd like to intend
'Cause listenin' to you reminds me of a motor's endless drone
and how the deaf are so damn lucky
I could be happy if life came to a stall
then I wouldn't need my senses at all
These things I say may seem out of line
but day to day I'm right every time
'cause lookin' at you reminds me of looking at the sun
too long
(w/ hammer-ons)
You'll find that in no time
you'll be talkin' to yrself along w/ everybody else
then you'll despise the look in their eyes
it may be difficult to tell when yr looking at yrself
And you look fine if you don't mind
the empty look that on yr face, a black hole that's outta place
And out of time in a tight bind
you'll find something smart to say when a silence come yr way
(this part is hard to decipher, just play ugly chords, I guess)
(this is what I do:)
there you have it