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^G♯mCongratulations on the ^Emess you made of ^Hthings;

On ^G♯mtrying to reconstruct the ^Eair and all that ^Hbrings.

And ^G♯moxidation is the ^Ecompromise you ^Hown

But ^G♯mthis is beginning to feel like the ^Edog wants a ^Hbone

^G♯mlalala – ^Elalala - ^Hlalala (3x)

^G♯mYou force your fire then you ^Efalsify your ^Hdeeds

^G♯mYour methods dot the dis ^Econnect from all your ^Hcreeds

And ^G♯mfortune strives to fill the ^Evacuum that it ^Hfeeds

But t ^G♯mhis is beginning to feel like the ^Edog's lost the ^Hlead

^G♯mlalala – ^Elalala - ^Hlalala (3)

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Elong winded blues of the ^Hnever

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like it's ^Ecurling up slowly and ^Hfinding a throat to choke

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Elong winded blues of the ^Hnever

^G♯mBarely controlled locomotive ^Econsuming the picture and ^{H H}blowing the crows to smoke

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Elong winded blues of the ^Hnever

^G♯mStatic explosion devoted to ^Ecrushing the broken and ^Hshoving their souls to ghost

^G♯mEternalised. Objectified.

^EYou set your sights so ^Hhigh.

But ^G♯mthis is beginning to feel like the ^Ebolt busted loose from the ^Hlever

^G♯mNever you mind

^EYour structure's fine,

my ^Hdust is better.

^G♯mYour victim flies so high,

^EEyes could be the diamonds

Con ^Hfused with who's next

^G♯mNever you mind

^EYour shocks are fine,

My ^Hstruts are better.

Your ^G♯mfiction flies so high,

^EY'all could use a doctor

^HWho's sick, who's next?

^G♯mNever you mind

^EElectrified,

^HMy love is better

It's ^G♯mcrystallized, so am I.

^EAll could be the diamond

^HFused with who's next

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Edawn of a loser ^Hforever

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Edawn of a loser ^Hforever

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Edawn of a loser ^Hforever

^G♯mThis is beginning to feel like the ^Edawn of a loser ^Hforever