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Standard (EADGBE)

 Every part in thoughts in this world make no sense

 Everything we see as future is a disadvance

 A way forward is always a way to the pain

 Everything we do is a step back

Chorus

 The roads I try to lead

 Are some, they are old

 They are pushed away far in the dust

 They are part of my past

  (PICKING)

...foothprints in the dust...

 All the things my eyes has to carry

 All the last that are getting bigger

 And we’re not ever closer to a better life

 All the lights are getting brighter

 All the sounds are to loud

 It’s no wonder that I’m begging

 I’m begging to get out.

Chorus

 The roads I try to lead

 Are some, they are old

 They are pushed away far in the dust

 They are part of my past

  (PICKING)

...foothprints in the dust...

IT'S NOT HARD, BUT WHEN YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG YOU HEAR WHERE YOU HAVE TO PICK

THE CHORDS AND STUFF.

RAIMON SMIT