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Bb F Am Dm Dm/C Bb Looking out on Weather Street, through the rainy weather from a grey bus seat and though I F G G6 Used to go there frequently, now the routes all weathered, got no one to meet Bb Dm Dm/C B Am Maybe if I’d call or accept an invi--tation Bb Dm C G7 Do something new to fix my past inspiration Bb But it's another night I’ve driven by F C To get off here is unjustified Bb And I won’t make it in time Dm C Through these woods that have grown Bb Another blind mans paradise Dm Am That I see different through my eyes Bb Bbm I’m thankful for the vision F C But it leavеs me cold Bb Bbm F F Bb F Am Dm Dm/C The bald bus driver is a cunt but hе’s the only one who brings me this way Bb F G G6 And it won’t take him long to throw you out into the rain Bb Dm Dm/C Bb Am Maybe if I sat down with my mind amongst the river? Bb Dm C Maybe he’d deliver and make me glad Bb But it's another night I’m driving by F C To get off here is unjustified Bb And I won’t make it in time Dm C Through these woods that have grown (woods that have grown between us) Bb Another blind mans paradise Dm Am That I see different through my eyes Bb Bbm I’m thankful for the vision F C But it leaves me cold Bb Bbm F 2x Bb F Am Dm Dm/C 3x Bb Bbm F F