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Intro: F# B7
F#Six-lane highway running up to my back doorB7 F# (F#) B7 But it won't take me where I want to be (B7) F# I took the I-95 down to Pensacola All I found was a bunch of holyrB7ollers The don't know nothing 'bout sB7aving F#me D5
I sEwear theDy're out there, I sAwear I sEwear theDy're out there, I sAwear I sEwear theDy're out there, I sF#mwear Maybe anAgels MaGybe angAels G F#
Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies Got witnesses to what the goverment denies So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels
BmOh what a mystery G DOh, I believe, I belD#ieve, I couldE leave F F#
My sister, she says she knows Elvis She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes Cause all I've seen just terrifies me But I believe they're coming back for me I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, I swear they're out there, I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels