Intro: Dbm
E Ab Dbm
Dbm
You're a man of impeccable taste
E Ab Dbm
And you know when the X marks the spot
Dbm
We all need a map for the trail of your thought
E Ab Dbm
Where to go, well, the X marks the spot
A Dbm
You seem to have a misgiving
E
Hell yeah, you make a living
Ab
Don't add bricks to what we're heaving
A
We would so much
Gb Dbm
Rather the enjoy beach, beer and a fire
Cm
You think something somewhere
Has a copyright for the world
Eb G Cm
And you've signed where the X marks the spot
Cm
You join a cult, fill the void that you've got
Eb G Gm
Deep within where the X marks the spot
Ab Cm
There you stand n' talk and holler
Eb
How dark are all your colors
G
When you paint another sunrise
Ab Eb C Bb
You leave out the sun
Bb F C
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
Bb
Or they slowly float away...
Dbm
How well do you know those you're calling your own?
E Ab Dbm
I mean... come on dude! X marks the spot
Dbm
Your starving soul in your house of skin and bone
E Ab Dbm
You're an island, the X marks the spot
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G Bm
There you stand n' talk and holler
D
How dark are all your colors
Gb
When you paint another sunrise
G Dbm B A
You leave out the sun
A E B
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
A
Or they slowly float away...
B Gb Dbm
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
B Eb
Or they slowly float away
Am
C E Am
Am
You're a circus, but where is the clown
C E Am
There's no map, still the X marks the spot
F Am
There you stand n' talk and holler
C
How dark are all your colors
E
When you paint another sunrise
F G Am G
You leave out the sun
A E B
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
A
Or they slowly float down
Into the night with senior John Barleycorn
E B
Heaven, heaven
A Dbm
Or they slowly float away...
Dbm Ab Am Gb
A E B
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
A
Or they slowly float away...
B Gb Dbm
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven
B
Or they slowly float away
