Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson - Buriedfed

Intro:

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This is my last song about myself, about my friends
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Found something else to sing
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Try and patch it up with tape and twine
Am                                          C  C/B  Am
Maybe I'll just break everything that's mine

Dm
They wheeled out my casket,
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They said, "Boy, lay down your head"
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I said, "Aw shit, man, I ain't even dead"
F
I won't be buried for I'm...

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My friend, who's a real yo-yo
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she's always crying, and no one knows why
 C/B                  Am
She's gonna be alright
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Lost her past in a fuzzy fire
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Wasn't even drunk, just a little tired last night

Dm
And they took her to the doctor
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To fix her heart, and heal her head
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She said, "Goddamn, I'm tired of being polite
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Go save somebody else"

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Friend of mine drank something fine,
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Choked to death before his time, last night
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He said, "I found that thing you really need"
Am                                C  C/B  Am
Come on, you can't breathe allright

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Everyone'll be there at the burial in your hea
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And a tear or two, they shed
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Then they're gonna go digging in your hole
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And find someone else instead
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Make someone else feel dead instead

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Oh, he didn't like people much at all
Am                         C
Tasted better with alcohol
C/B                   Am
You know how that one goes
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He realized he d miss his whole life
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Kissed his dog and shot his wife last night

Dm                            
And they pulled him to a preacher
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He said, "Pray your final prayers"
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He said, "Aw shit, man, I don't even care
F
Oh, I ain't fitting in"

C                  G  
Reckless ruin is killing high
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A great, fine victory we're still alive
  C        C/B       Am
My, my, what a surprise
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you shipped.... we're rotting here
Am
You got home late, I don't care

     C      C/B         Am
Better late than never, dear


Dm                            
They took her to the prison
G                            
Sat across from him, and sighed
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She said, "Fuck you, I wanted just to die
Dm                    G
How come you, baby boy, you
C            C/B            Am
You can't do a damn thing right
F
You can't do any damn thing right"

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This is my last song I write inside
 Am                               C     C/B  Am
Going out, find somewhere else to hide
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Late at night on an empty street
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Ain't anyone I know walking beside me

C                       G
I ain't done a damn thing right
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But oh, I'll try, before I die
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How 'bout tonight

Dm
They wheeled out my casket,
G                  
They said, "Boy, lay down your head"
          C              C/B            Am
I said, "Believe me, I wish that I was dead"
F
But as long as I've been running
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While this world exploded in this big hole in my head

F
But as long as I've been running
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Well, I might just keep it coming
F
To someone else instead

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Dm             G
Oh, you, baby boy, you
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You can't do a damn thing right
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You can't do any damn thing right

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