Intro: F#5-C#5-A5-E(VII) (x4)

I will shy to one thing
Fake it all you're nothing
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There's nothing to wait for
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Talk for days, only, talk talk, talk, talk, talk

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And some day you may have not guts to spill
Should be having fun
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In, out she's touched on something
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That makes her slip away

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They rotate, but your still spinning
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Zip the morals and stay

(Repeat intro)

These motives are paranormal
This uniform paints you so formal
All in the line of judgement
All in the line of judgement
You wanna get out of this place
You wanna get out of your face

In, out she's lost on something
No greater understanding

You're still down, but standing up
Yeah zip the morals, that what our morals say

F#5-D5-Bb5-C5 (x4)

No, I hate what you stand for

In, out the doors still open
So long since truth was spoken
What is it that keeps you happy
I'm already gone

Already gone, I'm miles awey (I'm miles away)
I'm miles away (I'm miles away)
I'm miles away, feel so tired