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Matisyahu

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             Eb 
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class 
             Gm 
To seize knowledge we don´t need, I forgot my late pass 
            Fm 
But I´m early to a arival beatbox, you got raps? 
	        Gm 
Meet me on the football field, don´t sleep on field, the quarterback 
           Eb 
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class 
           Gm 
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks 
      Fm   
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap 
     Gm 
No matter how I tried, I just couldn´t fill the gaps 
         Eb   
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap 
        Gm 
They lost the way, they never had the right map 
                Fm        
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back 
       Gm 
So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn´t settle 
           Eb 
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals 
    Gm     
I´ll never forget running through the hall with all y´all rebels 
              Fm 
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible 
                     Gm 
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle 


 
Ab 
Substance dulls the mind 
        Fm 
Traif* wine clouds the heart 
               Cm 
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand 
                   Bb 
While you´re taking it apart 
Ab  
Bright lights might look nice 
              Fm  
But they sure won´t make you sharp 
               Cm 
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand 
                   Bb  
While you´re taking it apart 



                   Eb 
Yeah, misty morning and my mum´s a mess 
                          Gm 
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed 
                                           Fm 
Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F 
                                          Gm 
Now death is all that´s left to ponder 

I wander off hoping to catch my breath 
       Eb                                                           
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts 
            Gm 
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I´m certain 
               Fm 
There´s a pertinent reason I´m on this earth 
                             Gm   
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert 
                                       Eb 
When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure 
                            Gm  
And crawl away in tears 
                                                        Fm               
I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach 

We walk the halls with a grimace 

                              Gm  
Yeah they gossip in groups 

I try to mind my business and tell the truth 
      Eb                                                                 Gm 
For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision 

Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction 
             Fm 
We lean back in the calmest position 
                                 Gm 
And embrace the honesty found within our tension 

What´s good? 


Refrão 


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Trapped in the elevator of your mind 
Is it real, what will you find behind the door 
Your imaginations put you in a bind 
Around you there´s a cloud of gloom 
Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room 
Can´t see outside of your Universe 

      Eb                                                         Gm 
No more war, there won´t be anymore hunger 
             
No jealousy, not even competition 
      Fm 
Let go, release, you hold the keys 
        Gm 
Time we evaporate into the breeze 
Eb 
We are nothing, we are something 


      Gm 
Let go, release, you hold the keys 
     Fm 
It´s time we evaporate into the breeze 
      Gm 
We are nothing, we´ll be something 
Eb 
Welcome to the desert of my soul 
              Gm 
You can stay if you like 
                                       Fm 
There´s room for one more 
                                       Gm 
There´s room for one more
Written by Jonah David/Aaron Dugan/Daniel Eisenberg/Matisyahu Miller/Josh Werner
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Matisyahu

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