Six Feet

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Eb -  x68886
Cm -  x35543
Dm -  xx0231
E -   022100
Gm -  355333


[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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A family man in the midst
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of A total breakdown
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Seeks refuge inebriated state
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As he thinks to himself how did
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Life pass me by somewhere down
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The line I forgot how to live


[Chorus 1]
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Now every day is just another
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chore Another Day another week
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another year The world slowly
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turns but this Rut never
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ends one blink of an
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Eye then it's gone


[Verse 2]
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So he puts his faith in the
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Almighty Lord up above
Continúa después del anuncio
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he's told for all good
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Men Heaven awaits
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Well I can't wait
Any longer when
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It my turn to see the
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light that'll Come and
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take my troubles away?


[Chorus 2]
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Now he spends his days
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preaching What he does
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not believe to a world
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That's forgotten how to
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live And he can't understand
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the empty Feeling inside
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that seems to grow
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Every hour every day


[Bridge]
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  What's it take to be a man
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when Everything I'm taught
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I can't believe And everything
is thrown right in my
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Face? I wake up everyday
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I live here amongst The dead
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and I am one of them Is
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This how it's gotta be?
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For you and me Open your
eyes take a look around
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Think nice thoughts then
It's off to work I go!


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Now it's back to the hustle
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and it's Back to the beat
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It's back to another forty
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hour Week Soon that weekend
will come I'll get to
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have a little fun then It's
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back to my forty hour grave


[Chorus 3]
    Eb    F      Bb
Now every day is just another
Eb            Eb          Bb
chore Another Day another week
        F               Eb
another year The world slowly
F              Bb
turns but this Rut never
Eb
ends one blink of an
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Eye then it's gone