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C G Am Your pussys glued to a building on fire F Em Dm I paint my mind just cuz I'm alive G C If you see me roaming the hillside G Am Won't you come along? F Dm You paint your eyes F Dm Mine are in the sky F C Bb Dm No worldly word I could say would be golden F C Bb The smile on my face isn't always real A Bb C But the way you make me feel is all that's really real F A Dm Bb You little duck house F A Dm F A Dm Bb F A Dm
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