Crooked Muse

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[Verse 1]
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Pictures watch from the sidewalk past
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Poems go flying in the drafts
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All we ever got left is a pile of things
Em
I visit you with nothing burning
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Hidden heart, stomach churning
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Circled in the words like the vultures

[Chorus]
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Your mouth becomes a dictionary
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Words without a home get weary
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Lonely on their own on the page
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Look it up to find my heart
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Tear that old shit apart
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Till you find the words to sum me up

[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
C                     Em
I don't need no lullabies
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You sit me down here and you cry

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
Em
The music man sings his mystery songs
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He tries to put his finger on
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There's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel

Em
There's things we all are destined to loose
      Bm
While I seek out that crooked muse
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You stole my heart and filled it up with blues

[Chorus]
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I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a window seat
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Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy
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And I've been here on this precipice
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Await the porter to bring our things
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So we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last

[Interlude]
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[Bridge]
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We've all the merry things we needed
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We've, it's times like this we remember to bleed
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Let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me

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Lay me down here in your field
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They know just, what they steal