Flying Sean Rowe
CAPO I
[G] [Em] [C] [D]
There was a [G]time I could not cry
But that has [Em]left me now
For 7 [C]years I could not dream
But now that's [D]done
There were [G]songs I could not sing
Words I c[Em]ould not know
Oh but now they f[C]ound me on a bridge
And they broke my [D]heart
There was a [G]way I used to talk
I cannot [Em]recognize
And now my [C]language cannot give me
what I [Em]need
And I [G]tore it from my [Bm]bible and I [C]kept it from my [Am]god
I w[G]ould not lose to junkies on the [C]street
It hit me so [Em]hard
I could not [C]see
That shot was [D]only meant for me
And all the [Em]faces that I kn[C]ew
They were [D]lying
When the hard [Em]road went back to [G]sand
And with the [Bm]wheel still in my [C]hand
I built a [G]highway out of d[C]us[(Em)]t
And I was [D]flying
There was a [G]way I used to talk
I cannot [Em]recognize
And now my [C]language cannot give me
what I [Em]need
And I [G]tore it from my [Bm]bible and I [C]kept it from my [Am]god
I w[G]ould not lose to junkies on the [C]street
It hit me so [Em]hard
I could not [C]see
That shot was [D]only meant for me
And all the [Em]faces that I kn[C]ew
They were [D]lying
When the hard [Em]road went back to [G]sand
And with the [Bm]wheel still in my [C]hand
I built a [G]highway out of d[C]us[(Em)]t
And I was [D]flying
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