I Think About Chords by Toad The Wet Sprocket

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] Watching me put [B] up on [E] a roof with gold-black feathers,
[C#m] cox's hair to [E] catch my eye.
_ [B] Wandering and [E] unfocused, I cannot [C#m] meet a stare.
[E] The taste of wing, silhouette [B] against [E] the sun,
surrounded by the glare.
Funny [C#m] how the days [E] go by,
[A] invisibly,
but faster [B] than real [A] life,
the things I [E] think about.
Strange to find a cow,
I am a [A] leaf that's scattered [E] when I die.
So many [A] dreams [C#m] I think about, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [E] I believe in so [B] many [E] things,
and know that none [C#m] of them are true.
[E] And I feel from [B] up on [E] a pathway,
I am far [C#m] too blind to see,
_ [E] leading me.
Funny [C#m] how the days go [E] by,
[A] invisibly,
but faster [E] than real [A] life,
the things I [E] think about.
Strange [C#m] to find a cow,
[B] I am a [A] leaf that's scattered [E] when I die.
[A] So many dreams I [C#m] think about, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C#m] I believe in so many things,
and know that none of them are true.
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