Tom: G
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G
The heat of my brain turns the iron bars around me to dust,
but when I come to my senses
Bm > C
It's a winter's day and there's just a little rust
G
I'm walking through the revolving doors in my mind
But no matter how hard I try
Bm > C
I can't seem to get out the other side
PAUSE G
Cause everywhere I look is looking back...
Bm > C
Ooooh oooh
G
I'm a holy man in a stained glass cathedral
but when I look in the mirror all I see is
Bm > C
cinder blocks and stainless steel
G
I got eight tailored suits waitin' for me
when I get back home...
Bm > C
if I ever get back home
G C G C
Everywhere I look is looking back to where I'm lookin'
G C G
when I get back to where I'm lookin' to go
B C D G
You can hold me captive for all these things I've done
B C D
but, I'm quite sure by now this ain't the only race I'm gonna run
G
She said she could never forget the look of my eyes
it's a misfortunate fortune that I'm in here
Bm > C
but at least I'm still alive
G
I once knew a man who traveled by the whistles' aim
It's been forty years now and
Bm > C
I just need someone to know my name
G
I sprint towards freedom , how else would you move that way?
but I ain't as fast as I used to be and the dogs are catching up
Bm > C
but I'm gonna die either way so I might as well die trying... Ooooh
G C G C
Everywhere I look is looking back to where I'm lookin'
G C G
when I get back to where I'm lookin' to go
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