Twenty-five years of my life and stillBm DI'm trying to get up that great big hill of hopeAFor a destinationAI realized quickly when I knew I shouldBm DThat the world was made up of this brotherhood of manAFor whatever that meansAAnd so I cry sometimes when I lie in my bedBmJust to get it all out what's in my headD AAnd I'm...i'm feeling little peculiar.AAnd so I wake in the morning and I step outsideBmAnd I take a deep breath and I get real highDAnd I scream from the top of my lungsAWhat's going on?repeat the same chords for the whole song.. . . .hope u like it . . . .feel free to give ur comments. . . .
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