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Glass and the Ghost Children Tuning :Eb Em6 A Em6 A Em6 A Em6 A
To the centre of Em6the earth, or anyAwhere that god Em6decides A Full of fever Em6pulling forth, We Ahear our call as all Into the centre oEm6f the earth, as wAritten in Em6 A DNA is reachinEm6g out, to your freAquency
Em6 A
I want to liveEm6 A Don't want to dieEm6 A I want to liveEm6 A I want to try Em6 A All in prayer,Em6 praAyer in all All are scared, sEm6careAd of all
Black rooms are calling, to men in leather coats White labs are cooking up the silver ghost The glass migrates under, her translucent skin And all the spiders wonder, what we've got us in
All is you, yoEm6u arAe all All with you, youEm6 in Aall
Em6 A
I want to liveEm6 A Don't want to dieEm6 A I want to liveEm6 A I want to tryEm6
Em7 Dsus2 | Em7 Dsus2
Em7So beats the final codaDsus2, of a vinyl storm Em7One more cherry colaDsus2, to lift up her dead arms Em7A dream of soft focus sunsetsDsus2, filters through the din Em7We are losing contactDsus2, as she dials away Em7She can hear glass callingDsus2, or is it someone that looks like him' Em7She eyes TV reflectionDsus2, and nods a knowing look Em7She says it doesn't matterDsus2, she never liked her looks
Em7I have seen a thousand fracturesDsus2, I have seen everything Em7Cause knowing is its own answerDsus2, love something in a book Em7There's not much left to ponderDsus2, not much left to cook
Em7As she counted the spidersDsus2, as they crawled up inside her Em7As she counted the spidersDsus2, as they crawled up inside her Em7As she counted the spidersDsus2, as they crawled up inside her Em7As she counted the spidersDsus2, as they crawled up inside her Em7As she counted the spidersBm7, ah-ahh
End on Em7