Tom: Dm
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Dm
Just another suburban stereotype
Love for the rhythms and the grooves despite
that I'm not from the islands and I'm the palest of white I
put the reggae grooves together with the words that I write
A#
But I can't relate to a struggle that I've never seen
G
I can't praise a god that I don't believe in
A#
You might think Ive been lying when it comes from the seems
A
But I'm not a fucking lion I'm a drunk with a dream
Dm
And I'm a million miles away from everything,I thought I'd become
I've lost all my faith in the Lord above
And if I work real long and keep my convictions
I could still fill and satisfy everyone's predictions
A#
So I drink to stay numb but I sing to stay alive
G
There's no shot big enough to keep me satisfied
A#
No rhymes smart enough for me to save my pride
A
There's a fire burning in me that I cannot deny
Dm
And I ain't preaching shit all I want is to be able
to make enough money with music to quit waiting tables
My blood runs cold as I try to comprehend
the words we deify that are creations of men
A#
I'm just a hopeless romantic with the focus on hopeless
G
writing love song after love song in a hope that I can cope with
A#
The truth of my reality, It's hard for me to swallow
A
The realest love I've known is between my liver and a bottle
Dm
Decidedly rough I've confided enough
I am forever in possession of unrequited love
So I tether my confessions to the words I supply
I would rather die alone then settle for a lie
A#
Because I'm a dying breed the extinction of a race
G
Separating heads from shoulders just to spite the face
A#
I've been coming around looking for the right sound
to escape from the mold that's been worn in the ground
A
with the walls closing in on my coffin of sin
i would like to explain but before we begin
E# A
If you're waiting for me to fall
Dm
Take a seat and hold your breath it's almost last call
A#
And I'm just one shot away from an early grave
G
I've been running at a pace that I can't maintain
A#
There's a demon living in me who's controlling my brain
G
A poison running through me that I'll never contain
Dm
So I siphon it off with a mic and a pen
But the growth is exponential it's drawing me in
Acting inconsequentially I'm lost to the sin
A
You call it white boy reggae, I call it sanity's end.
Solo
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