Mansun

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^G# A# ⁴⁶⁶⁵⁴⁴ 688766
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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
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