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Standard Tuning
[Intro]
There’s a black hole pulling me in
I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins
I stole my soul from myself now I wonder
Wonder - is there somebody with a perfect plan
That goes boom when it’s stamped and we could understand
How the gods of old used to clap their hands to make thunder
So we’re clapping and we’re laughing like it was so absurd
In the future we’ll be laughing at who we were
Right now as man plays god with the land that he plunders
To the one unknown no one can know
nor see That’s resistant to greed
If we listen to time after time time can never go under
There’s this vine trying to climb Through the window into my life
I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind
There’s this wine trying to find Its way from the bottle into my mind
In my mind In my mind In my mind
[Instrumental]
And so this vine is trying to climb Through the window into my life
To bring me symmetry And memories of a backlit breeze
Back into a dream on the ground Looking up at the sun coming down
Into a world of boys and girls Are holding handheld devices
While they’re eating and they’re sleeping And they’re dreaming of the prices
We’ll be paying down the line When the ice melts maybe it will turn to wine
And all the greatest of the heroes started jumping from the books
They started wearing ones and zeros Looking more and more like crooks
They stole the sunlight from the future Took a sip drained half the glass and
put it back
And a lot of people like to have a feast Not so many could stomach the killing
Lot of traffic on the streets so who’s really doing all the drilling
Keep on filling what can never be full My imagination has got a hold on me
There’s this vine trying to climb Through the window into my life
I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind
There’s this wine trying to find Its way from the bottle into my mind
In my mind In my mind In my mind
[Outro]
[End on] C
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