Intro: C F

C                                       F
I like listening the rain as it falls stalking all the ground
C                                         F
Embrancing all the life that was created from
C                                          F
I like listening to him playing his old guitar
C                                    F
So pure and shocked climbing notes ahead of life

C                                  F
I like enjoying life when I'm not sick
C                                   F
It's fun how you just care when it goes,
C                               F
I like when there's no lack of creativity
C                                          F
If I don't chose the songs, who must chose me?

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C            D                  E
And it is so pure, and it's the only way that it's true,
C                  D              G
'Cause there could not be another way
C              D                E          D
It was graced upon, so perfect; almost is wrong
C              D            G
It could never be done by a man...

Bridge: C G

C                                  F
I like to know that this is all my fault
C                                              F
Though have the angels told me, I have done it all,
C                                        F
Yeah, I like to know that I'm the one to blame
C                                            F
Though I know wind blows, tunes stay all the way...

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Bridge: C G

Em                           D
You like to say you're a runaway
Em                         D
That you have no destiny today,
Em                              D
But you and me, know that's not it,
Em                            D
You're stuck in chains of memories...

Em                              D
You like to show that you drink too,
Em                           D
You like to be what's on the news,
Em                        D
You like to say you see a shrink
Em                            D            C B
You like to hear that you are different...

Em                  D
And all you have is lack of creativity
Em                                   D
It's on your head, there ain't no mistery
G                                A
'Cause when you try to fade it's all that comes to show,
G                             A
It's tainted to decline, it's only ecos of...

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