D Am C G
Make a move with what you can,
D Am C G
dead water rises higher than your mind.
D Am G D
Disapointment, is a feather in your cap,
D Am C G
you want the truth so you can crush it in your hand.
D-Am-C-G
D Am G D
There's no map, that can tell you were you are,
D Am C G
your in between things that will only go halfway
D Am G D
Your tangled brain tired old refrains,
D Am C G
you`ll be singing it when you tired of the silent.
D-Am-C-G
D Am G D
You want the best, you want contest
D Am C G
My eyes are filled with prizes you've been showing,
D Am G D
Disapointment is a cut up your sleeves
D Am C G
Place your bets at the door before you leave.
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