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