John Frusciante - A corner

I mean it ^DmI wouldn't go o^Cutside^Bb and ^Fwalk aroun^Bbd ^DmThey may ^Ffear for your ^Clife ^Bb But ^FI ^Creac^Gmhed this ^Bbconclusion ^FEveryone's in a ^Ccorner ^GmFace to the wa^Bbll ^FI never looked the^C other way ^GmI'm not allowed to at ^Bball ^FGreat is my confus^Cion ^GmIt never lets me ^Bbbe n^Fo one said to be h^Cere ^GmI was punished by ^Ebmaj7me ^{F Ebmaj7}

^DmAnd there's a weeping fire^{C Gm F}As high as the ^Bbmountain ^DmAnd they skip ^Fall the way up^{C Bb F}To t^Che t^Gmop ^{Bb F}Great is my confu^Csion ^{Gm Bb F}Never lets me ^Cdown ^Gmnever lets me ^Bbdown ^FEveryone's in a ^Ccorner^{Gm Bb} They'll ^Fnever turn a^Cround ^Gmnever turn aro^Ebmaj7und The other^F way ^Ebmaj7

^Bbna na ^Fna na na ^Dmna ^Fna ^Dmna n^Ca n^Ga