Cm A# G# A#
Cm A# G# A#
It's gonna take an airplane to get me off the ground.
Cm A# G# A#
I don't blame anyone who isn't sticking around,
A# G# A# G#
Cause when you stick around (when you stick around)
A# G#
People like to put things in the ground.
Cm A# G# A#
Now, in my Evil empire
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I A#m gonna be a star in the
A# G# A# G# A#
Night sky above. "So you think this is love?"
G#
Yes, I guess so, At least something to make it from...
G# Gm
Dressed like a dream dreamt by Lola magazine,
Cm Fm
Baby you were born to be seen.
G# A#
And art's just the start!
G#
Now step inside the Widowmaker
A#
And listen to your heart!
G# A# Cm
Always 'the play', never 'the thing'...
Cm A# G# A#
Sub-ma-rines
Cm A# G# A#
don't mind
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spending their time in the ocean