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