Portugal. The Man - All mine

^F They let us out from our ^Amzoos ^F A fixed escape, still we ^Amdidn't know just what to do ^F It was steps and steps on ^Ammissing backs ^F Our hands had been bent ^Ambackwards to match

It's all ^Fmine, all ^Ammine It's all ^Fmine, all ^Ammine

^F A pacing pace that ^Amraces through ^F Our will and bones that ^Amnever know just what to do ^F One hundred stuck and ^Amstayed ^F A million more just ^Amplayed

It's all ^Fmine, all ^Ammine It's all ^Fmine, all ^Ammine

^F I shed my skin and just ^Amcrawled around ^F My body ached, I was ^Amrolling 'round ^F Felt it as I ^Amslipped away ^F Making parts and ^Ammixing with the stars

It's all ^Fmine, all ^Ammine It's all ^Fmine, all ^Ammine