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Chris Cornell has a video of him sitting on a stool with a Guitar and a Mic
In my Geyes, indisA#posed In disFguise as no one kEmnows Hides the D#face, lies the sDnake The Gsun in Fmy disgG#race Boiling Gheat, summer A#stench 'Neath the Fblack the sky looks Emdead Call my D#name through the cDream And I'll Ghear you scFream agG#ain
Black hole D#sun Won't you Dcome And Gwash awFay the raG#in Black hole D#sun Won't you cDome Won't you cGome Won't you cDome
StutteGring, cold and dA#amp Steal the Fwarm wind tired fEmriend Times are D#gone for honest Dmen And sometimes fGar too Flong for G#snakes In my Gshoes, a walking A#sleep And my Fyouth I pray to Emkeep Heaven D#send Hell awDay No one Gsings like Fyou anyG#more
Black hole D#sun Won't you Dcome And Gwash awFay the raG#in Black hole D#sun Won't you cDome Won't you cGome D
Black hole D#sun Won't you Dcome And Gwash awFay the raG#in Black hole D#sun Won't you cDome
Won't you cGome
Black hole D#sun Black hole sDun Won't you cGome Black hole D#sun Black hole sDun Won't you cGome Black hole D#sun Black hole sDun Won't you cGome
GHang my head, drown my fA#ear Till you Fall just disEmappear
D#Black hole sun Won't you Dcome And Gwash Faway the G#rain Black hole D#sun Won't you cDome Won't you Gcome D
DJMK