Tom: Bm
Intro x2
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VERSE
All I have is a maxon and a five watt amp
Bm F#m G6
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No 9 volt now I walk to the store
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Should be taken boxes gotta move some things
Bm F#m G6
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Keep promises and calendars
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CHORUS
But I slip off into dreamland
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the waking kind, the walking off the clearing mind
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I need some margin, room to think
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one more day up on the brink
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Verse
Too many questions, I'm slow to react
I run to dreams and run from facts
Something hurts I don't know what it is
Let it all fall apart
Chorus
But I slip off to pictures
that never were that couldn't happen in this world
I always think that chance a nod at me a turn a blind eye
wave the fee
Verse
I should hurry but I take my time
It keeps the panic level low
Don't have pity but have sympathy
You never know how it will go
CHORUS
But I slip off into dreamland
the waking kind, the walking off the clearing mind
I need some margin, room to think
one more day up on the brink
