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G# A# 466544 688766
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G C 355433 x35553
intro
Then:
D# I fully understand the F# shotgun in my pillow
Is no B uncarved block at G# hand
D# Life is sweet but F# not it seems for Buddha
There's a B shotgun in his G# hand
D# Shot A# gun, F# shot G# gun, D# shot A# gun, F# shot G# gun
The Em nature of un G carved blocks
Is C how to describe what's B hard to describe
Em Yeah G Em G
then later simultaneously with:
After the next break, it's this riff repeated:
The simplest things, the quietest
The child-like simplicity
Everything I need to hear
Positive the way I view
The simple of thought inherit the earth (shotgun blows)
Like Winnie the Pooh, confucianist rules (shotgun blows)
Oblivious in what I do (oh)
Deliberate the way I live (shotgun blows)
(Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)
(Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, oh, shotgun blows)
The Em nature of un G carved blocks
Is C how to describe what's Em hard to describe
Em Vinegar taster G says
The more C force I apply, more B trouble I make
(Is that I cannot describe why it is
Such a perfect illustration of the opposite and
Complex arrogance we display to protect one another)
simultaneously with
then even later simultaneously with:
Think too much, think too much
Think too much, think too much
outro: