Shredding The Balloon

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G  320033 played as 355433
D  x00232
A  x02220



[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined,
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 It’s grimy shit but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,
   E                                  G
 Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
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 Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours,
   E                                 G
 I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list,
   D                                 A
 Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
      E                               G
 I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements,
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 That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game it’s,
       E                               G
 The farthest I’ve came since I started to play it,
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 I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless,
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 We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards or
 traitors,
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 They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as,
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 Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures,
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 If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes,
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 Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy,
      E                                 G
 And we’ll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me,
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 John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me


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[Chorus:]

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 I’ve been waiting to come back,
G
 Like where the hell is the show?
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 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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 Getting ready to blow,
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 I’ve been waiting to come back,
G
 Like where the hell is the show?
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 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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Getting ready to blow


[Verse 2]
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 And it might blow up but it won’t go pop,
   G
 And it might blow up but it won’t burst,
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 She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up,
    A
 Well she might, but only if I go first,
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 She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she’s wearing a patch on her shoulder,
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 It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her,
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 She thinks out loud she’s got me; she laughs with her whole body,
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 I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me?
       E                                G
 Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening,
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 I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons,
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 They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but,
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 I’d rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass,
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 Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents,
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 Sounds so serious don’t it? But I’m not concerned with a thing,
          A
 This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King,
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 The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky,
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 We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly,
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 But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies,
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 Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide,
E
 You living the life? In the blink of an eye
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 The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride,
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 Can all disappear so live for the rhyme,
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 Not material things your gift can provide


[Chorus]
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 I’ve been waiting to come back,
G
 Like where the hell is the show?
D
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
A
 Getting ready to blow,
E
 I’ve been waiting to come back,
G
 Like where the hell is the show?
D
 Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
A
Getting ready to blow


[Other]
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