And One ukulele

And One

• D

D              A     
Where should I start? 
D          A 
Disjointed heart 
    D          A  
I’ve got no commitment 
      D       A      C 
To my own flesh and blood 
D        A  
Left all alone 
D         Am 
Far from my home 
D             A        D        A        C 
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I 

D        A          F 
Keep it locked up inside 

D        A 
Cannot express 
D            Am 
To the point I’ve regressed 
D                A          D              A       C 
If anger’s a gift, then I guess I’ve been blessed, I 

D          A       F 
Keep it locked up inside 
D            A          F 
Keep my distance from your lies 

D     A                  F   
It’s too late to love me now 
           C 
You helped me to show me 
D          A             F    
It’s too late to love me now 
          C       Bb 
You don’t even know me 


D 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace 

D 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break) 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me) 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too) 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace 
D          A      F 
Keep it locked up inside 
D         A            F 
Keep my distance from your lies 

D 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break) 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me) 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too) 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace 
Breaking a part of my heart to find release 
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace 

D         A 
Keep my distance 
D         A 
Keep my distance 
D         A 
Keep my distance 
D         A 
Keep my distance 
  
D 
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness 
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift 
Dark all I do embark the shadows 
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog 
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance 
The twisted list of tangled lies 
Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste 
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes 
Against the state of being 
Feeling the weight- less -ness pressed between the ceiling 
Reeling around room 
Riding a bubble of sound proof 
It's the frequency making you 
S-Shake with every boom 
Involuntary muscle contraction 
Ignoring then drinking musical gas fume euphoria 
The sound pounds to make the dead flush 
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff 


T&F 
  
 

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