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EI'm flyin' (flyin') in a frame of my mind that time cannot e - B7rase
I'm seein' (seein') the future the past as I lay the present to Ewaste
I'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings I have
And E7hoping for them to come Atrue
And I'm B7holding something more precious than fine ore baby I'm holding Eyou
EI'm breathin' (breathin') the fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxy - B7gen
I'm climbin' (climbin') the walls to where good and evil make aEmends
I'm trippin', (trippin') writhin' and squealin'
E7Pukin', lookin' for someone like Ayou
And I'm B7holding something more precious than fine ore baby I'm holding Eyou
EI'm flyin' (flyin') in a frame of my mind that time cannot eB7rase
I'm seein' (seein') the future the past as I lay the present to Ewaste
I'm scopin' (scopin') all these feelings I have
And E7hoping for them to come Atrue
And I'm B7holding something more precious than fine ore baby I'm holding Eyou
And I'm B7holding something more precious than fine ore baby I'm holding Eyou
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