Cycles from Cycles by Bug Davies

Cycles

11th fret E bar to start

Em B C G

i've been here
cycle, cycle, cycle
knock at my door

I know you
cycle, cycle, cycle
been here before

i know that look in your eye
cuz i was you once before
you were that man i met yesterday
and who knows who i'll be tomorrow

everything feels like a dream
when you can't keep track of whats a memory
i know i said that already
or maybe you told it to me

someday i might be an astronaut
or maybe i was in a different life
someday i won't be afraid of it all
someday i'll tear down the wall

i met a man called my father
but he treated me like a kid would
i end up raising his mother
unless i can jam it and stop the fucking cycle

everything moving in unison
as if we're all singing a song
i heard one with a good melody
it came from the face in the wall

nothing i write was written by me
thoughts aren't sold by the dime
i took them all from a burial
God wasn't using these ones

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