Mansun

B x24442
A# 688766
Em 022000
C x35553
intro

Then:
I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow
Is no uncarved block at hand
Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha
There's a shotgun in his hand

Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun, shotgun

The nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what's hard to describe
Yeah

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 nature of uncarved blocks
Is how to describe what's hard to describe
Vinegar taster says
The more force I apply, more 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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