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Tom: Dm
Intro: Dm  Bb  G  Bb
       Dm  Bb  F  C

e|------------------------------|
B|--2-0-----------------0-2-----|
G|0-------3-0-----0---3---------|
D|------1-------1---1-----------|
A|------------3-----------------|
E|------------------------------|

(Dm  Bb  G  Bb)
I've done myself an impossible crime
(Dm  Bb  F  C)
Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside
(Dm  Bb  G  Bb)
If it's far enough in sight and rhyme
(Dm  Bb  F  C)
I get to wear another dress and count in time

(Bb    F G)
Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,
(Bb    F C)
Of a giving mind,
(Bb    F G)
A polymorphing opinion here,
(Bb    F C)
And your vague outline,

(intro chords)

(Dm  Bb  G  Bb)
I'll find myself another burning gate
(Dm  Bb  F  C)
A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
(Dm  Bb  G  Bb)
And this is get what you get for pulling pins
(Dm  Bb  F  C)
Out of the hole inside the hole you're in

(Bb    F G)
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars
(Bb    F C)
Of a blind man's bike
(Bb    F G)
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
(Bb    F C)
On the rolling mind

[solo]
(intro chords)

(F     C Bb)
They want you to decide,
(F     C Eb)
Eventually, it happens,
(F     C Bb)
Some gather on one side,
(F     C Eb)
With all their pearly snapping,
(F     C Bb)
They close the basement door,
(F     C Eb)
It sets our teeth to chatter,
(F     C Bb)
You never saw it before,
(F     C C)
But now that hardly matters,

 Dm                F
You're old enough, boy,
         Dm                F
Too many summers you've enjoyed,
             Dm
So spin the wheel,
              F                   C
We'll set you up with some odd convictions,
                       Bb
Because you're finally golden, boy,

(intro chords)

(Bb    F G)
It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars
(Bb    F C)
Of a blind man's bike
(Bb    F G)
No straws to grab, just the rushing wind
(Bb    F C            Bb end)
On the rolling mind