C Dm C Dm CI'm worried I aint got the nerve to playI'm told my problem is I act to lateDmthat even though I know what I sayCit may not translateI only ever try to avoid these gamesIf I lose my baby then I lose my wayDmLose like any gambler wouldC Fwho never could waitDm GI aint competing just to hold you backAm FI'm never hiding you just follow my tracksDmI have the kind of thoughts you gotta distractAm CI wouldn't lean on thatI get no feeling the ordinary wayI'm only guessing, guess I like it that wayDmyou see that habit still remainsCof hiding from changethe only voice that answers meis the voice of mine at age thirteenDmwho learnt you never get no placeC Fwith the weakest handshakeDmI lie under and hide at the worstAm FI prepare for the end at the firstDmI have the kind of thought that sleeps like a curseAmand it leans on herF Dm F Dm Am FDm GI aint competing just to hold you backAm FI'm never hiding you just follow my tracksDmI have the kind of thoughts you got to distractAmI wouldn't lean on that
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