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"This tape recounts a dream which occurred close to the termination of approximately four hundred hours of intensive individual therapy. Now the patient recounts her dream:" “I had this dream earlier this morning, and I wrote it down. The dream is that I’m... I’m in some sort of, a uh, I’m in a hotel, and it’s - I’m like at a convention or something… and um, I feel sort of almost, uh, like there’s too much going on. There are all different kinds of meetings going on, stuff on… experimental psych and therapy, chemical aspects, um… you know and I’m, while I, I don’t mind having all of this going on inside of me, it’s, it’s sort of, I think I’m going to be relieved when it’s over, and I can sort of settle back down.” Am F Em Am F G Am F Em [Verse 1]

^FIt's where you live, ^Gbut you don't know how it's ^Ambuilt ^FIf we're just dust, t^Ghen it doesn't matter who you ^Amkill ^FDon't cut me up and t^Gell me that it's ^Amok ^G ^FJust turn it off '^Emcause I don't care ^Amanyway ^G

[Pre-Chorus]

^FIt lit me ^Gup It lit me u^Amp ^G ^FIt lit me u^Gp It lit me u^Amp ^G

[Verse 2]

^FSomething's stirring in a ^Gdeep Atlantic trenc^Amh ^G ^FDoesn't forget the thousan^Gd years before it s^Amlipped^G ^FIt's the beast, it's my he^Gart, it's so brave ^Am ^G ^FDive down into it ^Gto live in its head^Am ^G

[Pre-Chorus]

^FIt lit me ^Gup It lit me u^Amp ^G ^FIt lit me u^Gp It lit me u^Amp ^G

[Chorus]

^FIt lit me up like a torch on a ^Gpitch black night ^AmLike an ember in the needles of a dried up pin^Ge ^FLit me up and I burn from the ^Ginside out ^AmYeah, I burn like a witch in a Puritan t^Gown It lit m^Fe ^Em ^C ^Am ^G It lit m^Fe ^Em ^C ^Am ^G

[Verse 3]

^FWhen I grow up I want to be a heretic ^Am ^FI want to climb over the ^Gwalls, cause I'm not on the ^Amlist ^FI want to put my hands to^G work until the work's done^Am ^FI want to open up my hear^Gt like the ocean ^Am

[Pre-Chorus]

^FIt lit me ^Gup It lit me u^Amp ^G ^FIt lit me u^Gp It lit me u^Amp ^G

[Chorus]

^FIt lit me up like a rag soaked in ^Ggasoline ^AmThe neck of the bottle breaking right at my f^Geet ^FIt lit me up and I burned from the ^Ginside out ^AmYeah, I burned like a witch in a Puritan t^Gown It lit m^Fe ^Em ^C ^Am ^G It was a^F g^Emood^C d^Amrea^Gm

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