E Bm Called in sick for work,A D said the fevers getting worse. There's a lot of that going 'roundE Bm I packed a duffle bagA D With some clothes from the attic. It's getting colder in the evening Bm G D A (x2)E Bm I hocked my pocket watchA D And a couple old guitars. I could hardly stand to play themE Bm I drew all my savings outA D Closed my bank account. Stuck the money in the glove boxBm G I drove away on MondayD I couldn't say where I was going toA It's just something I had to doBm G I was bored of it by ThursdayD driving aimlessly down aimless interstatesA searching for queuesAm Yeah for youE Bm And I don't know where you areA D I guess I haven't looked to hard, cause I'm afraid that I might find youE Bm Is it special where you are?A D Like Xanadu or Shangri-La? Is it anything like Omaha?Bm G I called in sick on MondayD I was already of the next couple of daysA Some bullshit escapeBm G I was back to work on ThursdayD yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat A (hold) A (hold) The fever bit me, yeah it bit me A (hold) Am (hold) But I been sleeping and taking thingsA I think I've got it beat... Bm G D A (x2)E Bm And I don't know where you areA D I bet I'll never find you out. There's a lot of that going 'round
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