The 13th Floor Elevators

As heard from the 2005 CD Reissue of The Psychedelic Sounds of the 13th Floor Elevators 
by Charly). Lyrics are not completely accurate because of partial vocal 
 In those spots, approximations were put in their place.

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Thru the rhythm of darkened times
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Painted black by knowledge crimes
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And repetitions from this crime
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And steering valleys the sick define
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That keeps the fabric that keeps you bind
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and ties your hands and cloaks your mind
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But on my stilts, I'm above the slime

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Come on, well, if you can make the climb, but who am I?
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Who am I?    Who am I?

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My stilts are sticks from the fields that rise
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From the books that we had teach the same old lies
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I felt the panic that bathed the skies
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And the forms of laws of every size
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And you know the teachers whine and make me drop out like flies
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But you know they teach you nonsense, but they can't blind your eyes
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I feel the field is gold that torn off as the pride

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To the Everest standard that calms for pride, well where am I?
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Where am I?   Where am I?

Abm  C#

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You gobbled all the blessings that they caused you to digest
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They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed
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Your scattered wills were born to pressed
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So when something slams your chest
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You flutter about, you're sleek distressed
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And when you stop to ease your breast
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A scattered rim beast you're obsessed
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    C#
Was fallin' thoughts of who's the best, but where are you?
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    C#
OHHHHHHHHH Where are you?    HEY! Where are you?

Ad lib on "Where are you" same cord prog.

This song was transcribed with a CD-BT1 mkII unit.