Busy Bees Fake Problems
easy sh*t.
Busy Bee
[C] [G]
I could h[F]ear songs from the trees.
All around the wilderness, melodies directed towards me.
But when I sang along, they all changed their harmonies
with hymns of persuasion, I was blown away with the leaves, [F]
and forced to a [G]conclusion about the pat[F]h ahead. [Asus4]
I an*lyzed [G]the consequen[F]ces of the future of m[F]y direction.[Asus4]
And I'll g[F]o until these bo[G]nes don't go.[C]
If the sun is kind enough, I'll find a nice place to rest.
Light will pour and rain on down as a song tied to her breath.
And in her words I could see a thoughtful line,
if these bones don't go on, arrest me for a crim[F]e
that I've pe[G]rpetrated, and I'm who[F] it's against. [Asus4]
Living l[C]ife in constant motion [G]
is the o[F]nly way I'll be content.[Am]
And I'll g[F]o until this b[G]ody doesnâ??t go.[C]
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