G          Em          C          G     D  
Long time ago in between the life I lived and my life now 
 G          Em          C          D  
One buffalo, 30 thieves, sprayin out across the town 
 Em          Bm            C          B7  
Maybe one will ride with me and the other will ride with you 
 G          Em               C               G  
Big muscle cars, drivin cross the yard racin to the top 
of Miller HIill. 
 
 C          D               C          D  
If you find me here in the morning, don’t be obliged to wake me up 
 C          D               C          G  
If you find me here in the morning, don’t be surprised 
if I throw up 
 
Same bungalow, 20 flats, the play begins to shape and curl 
Runnin touch and go, 30 cats, makin it their way into the world 
Maybe she will follow me but that’s not likely my friend 
No muscle cars, but they’re real guitars tryin 
to hitch a ride to Miller Hill. 

Bridge:
 Em               Bm          Am               D  
Breakman’s Boots and homemade juice, enough for you and I to share 
 Em               Bm          Am               D              G
She’s a doll but she won’t call, makin more likely that I care. 
 
Gone back and forth so many times, there’s no doubt 
where I come from 
So many songs, so many rhymes, you gotta feed the demons 
when they come 
Maybe you will stay with me and take me as I am 
One lonely man, who tries to understand, 
sitting at the top of Miller Hill. 
 
Breakman’s boots and homemade juice, enough for you and I to share 
She’s a doll but she won’t call, makin it more likely that I care

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Вся песня: G - C - D 

Beleaguered and tired I fell far behind 
in a marathon race to the truth 
Turning around for the very last time 
as my feet lose their grip of the roof. 
Seeing it clearly play right at my eyes 
in a line from the a to the end 
All the way back to the first apple bite 
at a rate that outpaces the pen. 
I wasn’t working and stomachs were churning 
as she held a grip to her grace 
Tossing and turning all sleepless and hurting 
as plain as the lips on her face 
Dodging and weaving I fell into thieving enough 
to keep creditors gone 
А tragic and gory Dickensian story in a 21st century song 

Bridge:
Is simple raw energy accompanied by poverty
enough to bring the tension to amends? 
Cause when our karmic frailties are judged before inequity,  
then how can my recovery begin? 

Verse:
When it’s all over they pay off the closer 
and the key’s locked away in a drawer 
It goes unspoken the family’s broken 
we still have to go to the store. 
It can be shocking when lawyers come knocking 
and threats can turn quickly to chains 
She left discreetly but not so completely 
avoiding the legal embrace 
Beleaguered and tired I fell far behind 
in a marathon race to the truth 
Turning around for the very last time 
as my feet lose their grip of the roof. 
Pride and illusion has caused the intrusion, 
but she knew it would all along 
А tragic and gory Dickensian story in a 21st century song.

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