Counting Crows – Wiseblood (Guitar)

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I'm an outcast that no one can save anymore

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And the days of my youth, have all long gone by

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I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to

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Or a ride down town to some, God forsaken land

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One Sunday morning at dawn you know they baptized my soul

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But they held me down so long Christ I almost drowned

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I was the kind of boy who never learned to smile, so I kicked and I screamed

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'Til I tore myself lose from all these, great big hands, oh yeah

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Wiseblood knows I walk the way wind blows

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Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind

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My mommma, she turned around and said

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Hey little boy you better wake up, 'cause your the walking dead

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Oh she was the kind of girl who never touched a smoke or a drink

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She just smoldered like an empty church, left to burn in the wind

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Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows

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Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind

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Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)

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Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)

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Wiseblood knows (the wiseblood knows)

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Wise, wise, wiseblood knows

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Wiseblood knows I walk the way the wind blows

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Wiseblood hears grace whisper right behind