Big Problem

F#m                             D
The problem I have with the soul 
contraption
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Swallowed up slowly like a bad 
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reaction
F#m                             D
All around what you do and say
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Well the symptom falls further away
F#m                             D
You live in silence but you can't 
describe it
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So what's the point of talking at 
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all?
F#m                             D
The store bought injury.. the family
 cane
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Just another boy bad at the game
F#m                     D        
This is when you need a friend to
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 keep you moving around
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F#m                             D
'Cause all your thinking has made 
you slow
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You might be stopping out.. you know

A                    F#m
Frustrated fireworks inside your 
head
F#m                             D
There's a lit fuse smoking.. you 
caught instead
A                    F#m
What you're dealing.. but it's just 
a start
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F#m                             D
Was a time since your problem was a 
poison dart
A                    F#m
And you act like a cowboy.. 
whatever's in my hat
F#m                             D
I'm a hardboiled hero and I'm not so
 bad
A                    F#m
But I didn't know when to run from 
this

F#m                             D
A proud fan is gonna see you shatter
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I know that there really isn't 
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anything the matter
F#m                             D
Nothing is gonna be crying words..
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They only want their voice to be 
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heard
F#m                             D
They use it sometimes to show that 
they're around
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Or they build you up a theory like 
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the walls of a town
F#m                           
A tired and ancient ruler right 
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now..
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The neighborhood slaves are hardly 
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skilled

A                    F#m
Open your parachute and drop your 
weight
F#m                           
Float on down to the center and 
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investigate
A                    F#m
I did my self requirement
F#m                             D
Better cop out hard or I'll leave 
right now
A                    F#m
'Cause this feeling of loving I felt
 it in my chest
F#m                             D
Like the nighttime footsteps of an 
unknown guest
A                    F#m
I know it wasn't me.. I wasn't 
moving..

F#m                         
I felt thunder.. the rain was 
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pouring
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I know it must be something wrong 
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all this is restoring
F#m                             D
You don't have to live in a life's 
mistake
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Stay in the center and wait
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Stay in the center and wait
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Stay in the center and wait.