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Intro: G5  E5  A5  D5  (2X)

G5                              A5
To the sad-eyed misinterpreted hung-up child of clay 
D5                                G5
So the drunken poets pretty words didn't help you find your way 
Was it your mistake for thinkin' he was born before his time 
D5                                           G5
Or was it his for thinkin' he might save you with his flimsy rhyme 

T Total Tommy took a toke of tea, black cats backin' up a big oak tree 
Tick tocks tickin' out a tune on time, last words lookin' for a line to rhyme 
D5                                                         G5    E5  A5  D5  
Saw fishs swimmin' in the sea-saw-sea but me well I'm only lookin' 

I see so many with no place tonight their sleepy heads to lay 
With pen in hand I take a stand I got nothin' deep to say 
Some words are better left to whisper only to the wind 
Some men kill with bullets Lord others use a pen 

Sidewalks singin' of a troubled time, small talks marchin' to a nursery rhyme 
Day trippers trippin' on a mornin' high stop watch watchin' for a chance to die 
Bad dogs barkin' up an empty tree but me well I'm only cryin'
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