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BmDAG
BmThe cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form
DAdorned with patches of places you've been
Is Anothing on my khaki coat I got
From a rGoadside when I was sixteen
My Bmboots are from airports
My backpack's from friends
I'm nDot a man of substance, and so I'll pretend
To be a wAanderer, wondering
Leaving ascetic bGelongings in hostels and restaurant bins
The Bmroads are my home, horizon's my target
If DI keep on moving, never lose sight of it
ATreating my memory of you like a fire, let it
GBurn out, don't fight it, and try to move on
It's Bmbeen sixty weeks since I saw Vienna
A Dbandage and a wide smile slapped across my face
I'll Apick up my hiking boots when I am ready
And I'll Gput down my roots when I'm dead
-single strums-
BmThe distance is futile
ACome on, don't be hasty
You'll gAet that feeling deep inside yourG bones
I'll be Bmgone then, for when you must be alone
BmD
AG
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