{t:Laugh And Walk Away} {st:The Shirts} {c:intro (hi-hat + piano)} [Em] I haven't found the [D]formula to [C]measure my dis[A]tress The [Em]tick-tock of my [D]heart-clock tells my [C]mind I'm so de[A]pressed I [G]searched behind the [D]mirrors and I [Em]broke down [A]all the [Em]walls Is it something [D]rare or new or [A]is it something [G]old? Is it something [Em]old? My [Em]job it takes me [D]everywhere but [C]I ain't seen a [A]thing At [Em]eighty miles an [D]hour rolling [C]hills all seem the [A]same I've [G]searched the mountains [D]and the streams but [Em]I can't [A]find a [Em]clue Is it something [D]old or worn or [A]is it something [G]new? I go where I [Em]go (I go where I go) I go where I [D]go, I don't [A]know Such a [Bm]silent world and an [A]empty road Be[Bm]hind that world is a [A]pot of gold... {c:gitaar} [Em] I woke up from a deep deep sleep and out the door I went I didn't bother to turn back, my feet were sore and red I searched behind the mirrors and I broke down all the walls Is it something revenue or is it something new? I go where I [Em]go (I go where I go) I go where I [D]go, I don't [A]know Such a [Bm]silent world and an [A]empty road [G] I go where I [Em]go (I go where I go) I go where I [D]go, I don't [A]know Such a [Bm]silent world and an [A]empty road Be[Bm]hind that world is a [A]pot of gold... {c:piano} [Em] I'm [G]sick of greedy [D]people who just [C]want a piece of [A]me They're [G]all so clever [D]and so bright and [C]modern to the [A]T You [G]smell them from a [D]mile away but [C]I don't really [A]care [Em]When it comes down [D]to the facts I[A]laugh and walk a[G]way (laugh and walk away) {c:repeat until fade} ======================================================== Laughandwalkaway, de The shirts ========================================================
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