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Verse: Eb
GElevator straight into myEb skull Gthe escalator rises as itEb falls FI swear our jet is crashing in my Ebmind Fyou can hold on but I wouldn't waste your Gtime
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EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bGalloon Eb
GI've stood in a thousand streetEb scenes Gjust around the corner fromEb you Fon the edge of a dream that you Ebhave Fhas anybody ever told you, it's not coming Gtrue?
EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bGalloon
GAh ah ah ah - Fah ah ah ah - ah ah ah ah ah -G ah ah ah ah GAh ah ah ah - Fah ah ah ah - Cah ah ah ah ah - Bbaah aAah Abaah Gaah
EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bGalloon EbFarewell my black bFalloon G