Tom :E

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Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a damn
                        A          D  E
For every living day I give myself a hand
                   
Now I?m scratchy as can be
          D                           C
I got all you normals looking at me
                           A  
I?ll scratch a hole in my life so everyone can see
A  B   E
       My mind is a mind that I have come to know

And my eyes can?t conceive a world that can not grow
C D A
         And Fridays are always fresh days

Screamin? at the sun, don?t really

Know what he has done

He don?t believe in God and a world as one

So he rambles through the weeds

And he will sleep beneath the trees
C            D      A
  And on the day I die, Thank God my soul will be released
B  A  B  A E       E   
              I?ve seen all your eyes

And I?ve seen all your faces 

Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?

Then look in my eyes I?ve been lots of places

Can you tell me honestly that you?d want to be me
            C#m    B      E            D
Would you wanna be me?
C#m          B     E  D    C#m  B   E  D  
    Honestly
C#m  B  E  D  C#m  B  E  D  C#m  B  E