Tom: C
Introdução:
C Dm C Dm C
I'm worried I aint got the nerve to play
I'm told my problem is I act to late
Dm
that even though I know what I say
C
it may not translate
I only ever try to avoid these games
Dm
Lose like any gambler would
C F
who never could wait
Dm G
I aint competing just to hold you back
Am F
I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks
Dm
I have the kind of thoughts you gotta distract
Am C
I wouldn't lean on that
I get no feeling the ordinary way
Dm
you see that habit still remains
C
of hiding from change
the only voice that answers me
Dm
who learnt you never get no place
C F
with the weakest handshake
Dm
I lie under and hide at the worst
Am F
I prepare for the end at the first
Dm
I have the kind of thought that sleeps like a curse
Am
and it leans on her
Dm G
I aint competing just to hold you back
Am F
I'm never hiding you just follow my tracks
Dm
I have the kind of thoughts you got to distract
Am
I wouldn't lean on that