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C		Am	      F		  C 
I can place a finger on the top of that pine, 
     F                   C		Am          C 
but that don't mean that I ain't got a long way to climb, 
C	   Am		   F       C 
optical illusions get the best of me 
        F	       C	Am	C 
and I used to be the best at climbing trees, 
F		C	F     C 
now I'm not the best at anything. 
 
C	        Am	           F	  C 
Used to get a feeling and the song would come, 
    F		   C	    Am    C 
I used to feel the blisters on my thumb, 
C		 Am	      F	      C 
now it seems I'm losing who I used to be 
    F		  C	     Am	     C 
and nothing is as easy as it used to seem, 
    F       C	       		 Am     C 
but keeping honest is keeping it mystery.