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AmThe path you tread is narrow and the drop is sheer and veBmry high.
AmThe ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearbBmy.
AmApprehension creeping like a choo-train up yoBmur spine.
AmWill the tightrope reach the end? Will the final cuplet rhyme? Bm
And it's highC time CymbFaline it's high time CyCmbaline. F
PleasEme wake me.
AmA butterfly with broken wings is falling by yourBm side.
The ravAmens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hiBmde.
Your manaAmger and agent are both busy on the phone. Bm
AmSelling colored photographs to magazines back hoBmme.
And it's highC time CymaFbline it's high time CyCmbaline. F
PleasEme wake me.
The linAmes converging where you stand, they must have moved the picturBme plane.
The leaAmves are heavy around your feet you hear the thunder of the tBmrain.
AmSuddenly it strikes you that they're moving into rangeBm.
And DocAmtor Strange is always changing sides. Bm
And it's highC time CymbFaline it's high time CyCmbaline. F
PleasEme wake me.
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And it's highC time CymbFaline it's high time CyCmabline. F
PleasEme wake me.
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