Intro: Dbm  
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You're a man of impeccable taste 
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And you know when the X marks the spot 
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We all need a map for the trail of your thought 
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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 
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We would so much 
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Rather the enjoy beach, beer and a fire 

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You think something somewhere 
Has a copyright for the world 
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And you've signed where the X marks the spot 
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You join a cult, fill the void that you've got 
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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 
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You leave out the sun 

Bb                             F       C 
Birds like you fly straight to heaven, heaven 
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Or they slowly float away... 

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How well do you know those you're calling your own? 
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I mean... come on dude! X marks the spot 
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Your starving soul in your house of skin and bone 
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You're an island, the X marks the spot 

G                           Bm 
There you stand n' talk and holler 
                      D 
How dark are all your colors 
                       Gb 
When you paint another sunrise 
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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 
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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