EmEm Wearing the name on my bodyC D Painting the faith on my soulEm Baring my teeth just to hold onD Practice the art of controlC G Emblems of cavemen they taught meC D The importance of typing in boldC G The weight of a simple depictionD As the days unfold [Chorus]Am D As the hour growsAm Em As the hour growsC G D I know that I can keep the voice of doubt from speaking on its ownAm G Cause I've always been a silent figureD Em And I've never been a man of stone, woahEm I sure don't have eyes like an eagle'sC D I couldn't be waiting for warEm Why should I think that I'd've survivedD In the days of yoreC G But the gifts of the Greeks oh they taught meC D That radio favors the boldC G The key to survival is pleasing your rivalsD Til the days unfold [Repeat Chorus] [Cello Solo]C G DC DC G The fevers of Wallace they taught meC D That wisdom began with a coldC G So let me grow feeble and fragileD As the days unfold
Man Of Stone
Tall Heights
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Tom:
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