Chords for Mnemosyne

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[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] _
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_ What happened down the road [G] I can't remember
[Am] In my mind I find [G] myself sleeping alone under [Am] the weather
_ [G] Contemplating how slow [A] of a writer [Am] I can be
When no casted [G] broken bones can explain [Am] why
_ [G] Everything appears to be so [F] out of my _ [G] reach _
_ [Am] The world that I [G] created [A] I pictured [F] so _ _ [G] differently
_ _ [Am] _ Everybody watching, [G] yeah every single [Am] move
Words taken for [E] granted, finally labeled
Please excuse [Am] my grammar
Go ahead [G] and redefine your perception of crazy
[Am] I've been laughing at it in the [G] background
Get it back and cheap up away
[Am] What makes me laugh [D] is far from different [A] from what amuses you
It's limitless, unexplainable, and it's nonsense
It's sarcasm trying to make its way through your drunken sentence
[Am] But I get it, that you don't
[G] It's why you may as well embrace [Am] it
To you, _ [G] to _
_ _ [Am] you, _ _ [G] to _ _ [A] you, _ _ [G] _
to _ [Am] _ _ you
[G] _ _
I [Am] can't sleep, I've been [E] hopelessly deprived of my [A] freedom
For today in front of my eyes
Everything blown away
Who could've thought [F] from a quiet [G] mind
To understand [Am] what was brought to life
Golden [G] code, they never thought you'd be a [Am] contraband
Think your [G] government will save you?
When do [Am] I even believe these fools
[D] When these fools' words are false waivers
[Am] The pile getting [G] higher
Television getting [Am] stranger
When knowledge becomes fallacy
[G] Would you even believe education?
[Am] Chances growing [E] longer by the [G] mile
And the stakes [A] adding [E] up
On the corporate [G] ladder
He be climbing [Am] with the goons
Guns, the [D] funds, the country, and chicken feed
[Am] Feed the fat sons
Bury [G] them in their own greed
[Am] With tied legs and crossed [G] hands
That's how it oughta be
[D] When your little [Am] sister stacks candy money
[G] Ghosts in the pockets of these queens That's right
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[A] _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _
There it goes again
Making its way along crooked lines
Scared and compelled by its [Am] own design
Looking beyond my shoulder
Two-sided mirror is what I could find
I curse its [G] reflection _
_ The puppet machine looked [Am] another direction _ _
_ [G] It was me all the time
Now [Am] it was me all the time _
It [G] was me all the time _
It [Am] was me all the time
Now it was me
[Em] _ All the time
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