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Oh twisted me I came to eat

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At the hall where we danced to some duds

C#5
my crowd of pals observed my fingers

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And prayed for the lunch I had hung

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And cheers rolled out and

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I thought early of tunas in tennisons tubs.

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That should turn into somthing

C#5
You should turn into somthing

C#5
Oh blissful bleed I came out peaking

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And leaked out like a wet clown

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My tears rolled down and arms went round

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At night I gapped at her gowns

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So often green but she held me

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My curtains were covered in hounds

She said

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Oh my sweet goodess wish you could be here every time

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But don't miss me goodness because I rub away everytime

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Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time

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Then gone in the goodness wish I could stay here everytime

Gmin(Bridge)

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A mistful meet with teachers speaking

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There muffled by buzzes and hums

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So headphone tones do float me home

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My chair was begging to come

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And im not bummed some works not fun

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Then we crawl in the carpet like bugs

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That should turn into somthing

C#5
You should turn into somthing

C#5 
Unrestful eve I sipped on leaks

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And sat in the room had a grudge

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The jummping dust made catfish bust

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From corners now dripping with mud

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And she knocked twice and we got silly

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And noone knew what would come..

She said


F#5          C#5                     G#5            C#5
Oh my sweet goodess wish you could be here every time

F#5                C#5                 G#5        C#5
But don't miss me goodness because I rub away everytime

F#5                 C#5                  G#5      C#5
Then groan at the goodness but do you mean not every time

F#5                C#5                   G#5        C#5
Then gone in the goodness wish I could stay here everytime

C#5
That should turn into somthing

C#5
You should turn into somthing





It ends in a a long drone-y section in C#.