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D I had a Cfriend who kept a Gcandle in his Dpocket
D He used to Ctouch it when the Gwind was blowing Dhigh
D I guess it Cmade him feel like Ghe could buck the Dsystem
D And when it Cflickered out we Glaid him down to Ddie
I Dturn Fon the Glight,
Turn on a Cmillion blinding Gbrilliant white inFcendiary lights
AD beaconF in theG night,
C I'll burn reGlentlessly unFtil my juice runs dry
DFGFF
D And I'll consCtruct a rack of Gtempered beams and Dtrusses
D And eCquip it with just a Gmillion tiny Dsuns
D I'll insCtall upon the Groof of my comDpartment
D And place tinfCoil on my Gfloor and on my Dwalls
Then I'll Dturn Fon the Glight,
Turn on a Cmillion blinding Gbrilliant white inFcendiary lights
A Dbeacon Fin the Gnight,
C I'll burn reGlentlessly unFtil my juice runs dry
DFGFF
DDCDDCD
And ID'll
DBu G urn, like aC Roman fuckingF candle
DBu G urn, like aC chasm in theF night
DBu G urn, for aC miniscule dFuration
EcsDtatic immoClation, inGcorrigible deDlight
DFG
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