D-C-G
[Verse]D C G D D C G D
Staring at the dark again you left you silhouette upon my pillow
D C G D D C G D
Right inside the night I'm waiting for the light seems like I'm in the middle
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Searching for some thing that I can't touch or sometimes can't even believe in
D C G D D C G
Cradled by the hands of fate the faith that sometimes wraps around too tight so tight
[Chorus] D C G A D D C G
They call me freeeee, but I call me fool
[Chorus] D C G A D D C G
They call me freeeee, but I call me fool
[Verse]D C G
Slipped down to Mexico started messin' with her yellow afro
D C G
Slipped down between the sheets started talking 'bout Pistol Pete
D C G
Slipped down to the African started talking 'bout what she can do
D C G
And here we are again back where we started
D C G D D C G
Slipped down to Mexico you left your silhouette on my pillow yeah, yeah
D C G
Now I'm right inside the night I'm waiting for the light seems I'm in the
D C G D
seems like I'm always in the middle
They call me freeeeeeeeee
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