Chords for Rig 1- Dawn of the Tinman

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_ _ _ Dawn of the Tin Man walking around nowhere no man's land a point so not a script recognition never exists
It's ridiculous [A] rip it meticulous smoking stickiness in the mucky muck [G] want driven up [F] nothingness
It's simple cycle round like viciousness stick with it like syphilis demolish premonitions extinguish the fictitious [Am] driftwood aim
It's strange almost insane without a brain you ship your plane
It's slain like drops of rain one inhuman this and gravity the same cold turning mics into
Rapsicles if you're looking for a spectacle look up close your respect particle
Coming low like a b-flat emitted from a black hole home its own everyone on it
No knows necessity to grow like an infant of the plants
I smoke chop them down cure them up
Let's roll big doze it from [A] the lowest low where the Sun don't go the roads not chosen buried the [F] leader
We make our own and let the frozen unthaw stare there and ah their lives lost at death's raw double cross
We get it done to the focus at whatever the cost
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_ _ _ _ [Am] Come down off that melody boiling deep like a well in the depths of self past the hell of your shell sell help for the
Left on the shelf allow me to shatter you uniform [F] patterns you group think chatter
It doesn't matter fill the mouths with plaster
I want to hear those [C] bastards shed shackles of a chain down reality zombies looking back mortality laughing saying it happens be
[A] bombardment of sensory flashing screens taught to [Am] sit back and watch passively passionately slash or look past it [A] to see [A] actually
You and everyone else is a casualty so get [F] off your high horse _ _ _ _
Everything [C] is nothing
_ _ Leaving purpose is free once it was breathing is no [Am] more it's gone
_ It's done.
It's
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Introspective direction all things relative sustained in a reflection to everything everything [C] is nothing _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] Jump right in the waters find total self-immersion
We've come to grind the track is blood running through your person strip the core up the box to clutter
Diversions mix the [F] lips service quick your freestyle [C] need for her certain to get the bodies jerking
I'm church and murk and lurking lo-fi down and earthly tuck and roll in the face of adversity rock true
Universally [Am] how to live they don't teach you in a university boys focus purposely [Dm] float like debris in space
Perfectly caught in [G] that paradox relativity chase time escapes.
No waste no trace after [E] this you just the fucking hiss on this
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