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intro+first part(until chords) E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| B|-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0-----0--| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--7-----7-----7-----7-----7-----7-----7-----7-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5-----5-----| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| Everyone I love is going to die, and I will die as well. I think about this before I sleep, and have since I was a child. In my life will I make a difference? In my death will I be missed? Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife, or will I just cease to exist? This fear makes me feel so naive, I wish that I could just accept, but I'm chilled by the redundancy of thoughts collected, but not kept. Maybe I'm still a stupid little boy, too weak to understand what will come. I want to find peace of mind, maybe no mind is the answer to that condundrum.
EmOh I want to be Ga baby Aagain. EmOh I want pure tGhoughts in Amy head. EmOh I want to be Ga baby Aagain. EmOh I want to GforgAet.