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| And the smoke blowin' do | wn from a c | abin on the hill |
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| And sm | oke blowin' do | wn in the str | eet |
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| S | ome kind of sw | eet smelling myst | ical backdrop |
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| T | o the story un | folding at my fe | et |
| Now there's an edge to the twister I throw back in the air |
| There's an edge to the twist of the knife |
| There's a hard heart of darkness hovering there |
| Just around the corner from life |
| CHORUS #2: |
| And I, I have no answers |
| I got no patented path to set you free |
| Besides, I wouldn't know where you wanted to go |
| And it's probably not the same place as me |
| Now there's a thousand roads up this mountain |
| You can get lost in a minute if you try |
| And it's probably enough that I was just laughing today |
| And looking this close in your eye |
| CHORUS #3: |
| I said there's a thousand roads up this mountain, yeah |
| You can get lost in a minute if you try |
| It's probably enough that I was just laughing today |
| Looking this close in your eye |
| In your eye |
| In your eye |
| CHORDS: |
| Em11: x 0 5 0 3 0 |
| RIFF: |
| E |
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