Chords for Eyedea & Abilities- On This I Stand

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On [F#] this I stand, two sets of footprints [F#m] placed ahead of the dirt softened from tears dropped
and overlooking the earth as the sun of a moon protected by a force field of pure thought.
On [D#m] this I stand, a rally of unemployed disgruntled words spawned from long journeys from somewhere,
somewhere that only caused me pain as I sprained my sole cram and it would fight so I could
bring some [F#] there.
I bleed the blood of a cold stone that roams without a shadow, I'm only deep enough to
realize that I'm shallow.
My head I keep [F#m] it up but it's hard to keep it straight when you don't believe in love
and you just can't cope [D#m] with hate.
Metal rust, leaves turning to dust as the difference between love and lust clarifies its crust.
If you only had an hour to sum the whole life up, would you spend the hours saying that
an hour ain't [F#] enough?
I've escaped the shell but found me the cowardice.
Now I'm faithful to the wind but compared to it I'm powerless.
The first step was made and it was a fair [F#m] accomplishment.
The pond was sitting still so I threw a [D#m] rock in it.
Asthma reflected and rippled, it all became clear.
Seasons always change so there's no reason for fear.
We made an autobiography of our pivotal years.
It's all I got and I'm giving it to you because I [F#] care.
A lot of the time, humans as artists exist in a self [F#m]-projected state of full-swing.
We're either too close to our image to be objective in our perception or too far away
to be [D#m] subjective in any matter.
This only widens the void with social conformity introduced to our souls and earth.
And so I write. _ _
I don't [F#m] write without the intention of objectivity or attention on the image but only as an unlike
directional bridge between the several floating telescopes of realities present in the town
full of space and [D#m] dreams.
See, I don't write for the future, I write about the future for the present.
I write with my past about the future for the present.
I'm [F#m] Vincent Stanton.
The oasis of a limbo, adjacent to my generation.
Facing out the window, 80% ventilation.
Patient while the wind blows, graceful in its demonstration.
Overall [D#m] innovation.
A fountain of youth, sovereignty, thousand syllables, more than a pound of flesh.
A deep breath of achievement, a dream and a wake up call.
Another hall of the quest.
I'm [F#] Vincent Stanton.
A [F#m] letter to civilization.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
The beauty of creation.
I'm Vincent [F#] Stanton.
A paradigm for selling.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
A thank you for your help.
I'm [D#m] Vincent Stanton.
My first born child.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
So I'm thinking that.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
Life, love, death, pain.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
And no one, I'm glad you couldn't [F#] believe.
Peace.
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I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
_ I'm Vincent _ [A#] Stanton.
_ [F] _ I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton. _ _ _ _
I'm Vincent [E] Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
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I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent _ [N] Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent [A#] Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton.
I'm Vincent Stanton. _