Waterlines chords and lyrics - WHY?

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
I'm something un[B]heard and bound under harbor [Em]sound,
But my words [B]are heard loud
when I'm on the mound.
[Bm]And with[D] the vocal[Em] dures[Bm]s of
a lone thrush in [D]a bush,
That's a [Em]quote [Bm]from a [D]book
[Bm]of my local pr[D]ess push.
The doctor of ramble and word scramble,
From the land of [C]proctor [G]and
gamble and cop scandals.
Rocking [D]soccer [Em]socks[Bm] in
sandals like yeah [Em]bro,
[D]Talking crude a t[Em]ad too[Bm]
verbose and way too close.
[D]I'm colder tha[Am]n mos[D]t,
Older than the youth.
[C]Always un[D]der oath
And sober in the booth.
[Em]One man's [B]filth is a[Em]nother
[B]man's [Em]trut[Bm]h.
[Em]Big [B]mouth filled with one long t[Em]ooth.
Do you [Am]all?
When you [D]find [Em]yourselves in your [C]late twenties,
wanna [G]make money.
[Em]Do you all?[Am]
When you [D]find [Em]yourselves with three [C]tens
you'd gladly [G]ante [Em]on the wind.
The cru[B]cibles [Em]proof and fire fused, poof,
[D]With [Em]the li[B]ars [Bm]view un
[B]der my [Bm]skirt [D]up. [Em]Dude,
[D]You wan[Em]na peruse the tat[Bm]toos
you heard word [D]of?
[Em]Any [Bm]excuse I can use to [D]move my shirt off.
Girls used to [Em]fawn over my [D]locks to kill.
Now the [C]girls are gone and
I'm [Em]on m[D]inoxidil
[Em]I'm in de[B]cline but women
like be jocking still
[D]Cause I rhy[Em]me with ski[B]ll and
talk so chill [Bm]and youthful.
[D]Bird dog [Am]in the ma[D]ting
yard to be truthful.
[C]Quake [G]89 [D]trading
[C]cards with [Em]me tubes
So [D]three [Em]white [Bm]felt gloves are crucial.
Yes the [D]one [Em]left [B]one right
one [Am]neutral.
When you [D]find [Em]yourselves on [C]stage
running for [G]fame want[Em]ing.[Am]
When you [D]find [Em]yourselves well [C]known,
you learn you're [G]only [Em]more alone.
I can't sleep in rental cars or airlines,
[D]yo
And so I [Em]keep a deck of
[Bm]cards for down time.
The [D]road and other [Em]solo
[Bm]christmas and valentines.
[D]No it's not the [Bm]hobo's wish
list I [D]had in mind.
Then when I'm free off a mission
I'm sorta like filled with [Cm]ennui,
inde[G]cision, and more strife.
Life long [Em]bouts with de[Bm]pression,
[Em]lone fights.
[B]Down in the town [Bm]of unheaven, I'm fine in ti[D]me,
though.
Standing with the will to start
a bike up hill with pride.
[C]Ringing the bell and riding
[Em]straight outta hell.
[D]But [Em]waterlines fine like[Bm] ink from
[Em]porcupine's quils
Are etched beneath [Bm]my skull,
but that's [D]all.
Do you [Am]all?
When you [D]find [Em]yourselves in the [C]late
morning come [G]awake yearn[Em]ing?
Do [Am]you all?
When you [D]find [Em]yourselves amongst [C]friends
attempt [G]to blend in [Em]with the men?
I'd [D]prefer to be some
unknown with a sports car,
[C]Than pen the dum[Cm]b pun
poems [D]as a poor star.
[Bm]You wanna just[D] come [Bm]home
through the courtyard
[D]Your son run[Bm] to gree[D]t you
with the [Em]perfect report card