When I paint, I'm blind
But my brush still creates
But my brush still creates
But when I stop
I see, oh, I see
My fate
When I play my guitar
I strum and I escape
I strum and I escape
But when I stop
I'm caught, oh, I'm caught
By fate
When I dance, I float
My feet feel no weight
My feet feel no weight
But when I stop
I feel, oh, I feel
My fate
When I love, I love
Oh, how can I relate
Oh, how can I relate
But when I stop
I curse, oh, I curse
My fate
12.26.09
STE-166
capo 7: Am E7
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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