Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
If you look just through the mist in front,
it's there, it's small, but you can just see it.
Dm
Am
You can just see it through there.
Dm
Just look a bit more carefully.
Am
There's like nothing right here.
Dm
And that's because you're
Am
looking out my window.
Look out your own window,
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
man.
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
It's gonna be a long walk home
Dm
And I'm just a stone's throw
from the telephone
tone
Am
You can tell from the groan
it's engaged
Dm
Throw the phone in a rage
Hit the yellow paper page
like a palm
Am
Watch me show em, say
the lips to the mountains
Dm
Wide hips, smiling like a crisis
Before applying like this
Am
Keep calm, let the mist take your bias
Dm
Blind vision, walk slowly
Don't bother with offers
to be driven
Am
There ain't nothing like living
Stay cunning, bite systems
Dm
Keep running, write written
Speak something light,
Am
missions don't sleep
But if you do then dream
freaky bright thrills
Dm
Steal souls like television
Am
Listen if you will, fill her up
Drill it out, spill your beans like a journal
Dm
Steal the scenes, never certain
With my verbal in reversal,
Am
get im mersed in your words
Create verse and wake up
Dm
A long walk, a short day
And no place to stay
Am
We start with the mind not fully made up,
but up and going
Dm
In a time when a rookie gets cut,
but not glowing
Am
Open trip, store and ship,
it's whatever way possible
Dm
It's gonna be a long walk home,
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
but not optional
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
It's gonna be a long walk back, I never asked for directions,
now I'm guessing which track
Am
Cause there's many in the maps,
like a riddle with a trap
Dm
I col lapse in the quicksand,
it's gripping like sap
Am
Isolated and exhilarated,
Dm
fighting off a chunk of a cloud
Throw the scraps to the crowds over mouths,
Am
as I drop, hear them shout
Dm
Watch their doubt fade away while old pals
find the minutes in the day to conversate
Am
As opposed to conglomerate,
Dm
we operate our intellectual property
And act beyond rhetorical philosophy
Am
Another moon, another odyssey, we clip wings,
Dm
an an omaly on instinct
Hangin' on to thin string,
Am
laughin' at your lip sync
Dm
Syncopotic sets, it's a long road,
I think you need a rest
Catch a breath,
Am
yells the city to the soul
The dead beers were too cold,
Dm
so fresh beers were sold cheap
So the question's unsolved
Am
and the page folds easily
The hero failed dismally,
Dm
the crowd applauded decently
And here of no conspiracy,
Am
the advice is too rich for me
Dm
Delivered via clones, I re ject it and keep going on the long
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
road home
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
There ain't nothing like living.
Dm
Am
Aah, aah, aah, aah aah, aah,
Beats
Dm
Complete
Who you?
Dm
aah.
Outro 1
aah
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