Ther Demented Man

     Am
The questions asked but never know

     Am                             D
The feeling governs which way I'll go

Am
Endless circles on my mind

  Am                                D
Spiralling a downward climb, which way I'll go

      Am
The Thoughts are there for you to find

 Am                                D
But you never know which way I'll go


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        F                  Em
Those flashing lights are warning me

    F                    Em
But ever bidding voices see

        F                 Em
You're caught in a web of emptiness

     F              Em
The tales told the path you tread

 F              Em
Does it lead into your head?

    F                 Am
Or back to a world of emptiness?


  Am
Smiling faces watching me

 Am                                     D
Helping hands just wait and see, which way I'll go

  Am
White walls stretching in the sun

 Am                             D
Was it that here I began which way I'll go

 Am
Faintly voices plead with me

Am                            D
Ever asking, ever see, which way I'll go

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