Bermuda Highway

C
Sometimes I walk around town looking
 at faces
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wonderin why their bodies go to 
              F G
silly places.
C
Walkin past the carpet mills looking
 in and takin stills,
Em                           
your ass it draws me in like a 
             F   G C
Bermuda highway.
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Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let
        C
 your silly dreams,
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    Am                G           
fall in between the crack of the 
         F       G C
bed and the wall.
C
Two times I fell asleep in a dirty 
basement
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snoozing in cobwebs and the 
F G
cement.
C
Sometimes I wonder why that meek guy
 got all the fame,
Em              F           G   
maybe I'm to blame for his short
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 bitter fucked up life.
Em                   F           
Oh, don't carve me out! Don't let
        C
 your silly dreams,
    Am                G           
fall in between the crack of the 
         F        G  C
bed and the wall, ah...
F  Em     F      G       C
Ah...    Ooo... Aaaa Ah....
F  Em     F      G       C
Ah...    Ooo... Aaaa Ah....