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FA FA
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I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
RE DO SOL RE
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
RE DO SOL RE
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
RE DO SOL RE
And when it flickered out we laid him down to die
RE FA SOL
I turn on the light,
DO SOL FA
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
RE FA SOL
A beacon in the night,
DO SOL FA
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
RE FA SOL
FA FA
RE DO SOL RE
And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
RE DO SOL RE
And equip it with just a million tiny suns
RE DO SOL RE
I'll install upon the roof of my compartment
RE DO SOL RE
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
RE FA SOL
Then I'll turn on the light,
DO SOL FA
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
RE FA SOL
A beacon in the night,
DO SOL FA
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
RE FA SOL
FA FA
D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D (During bass "solo")
And I'll
RE SOL DO FA
Bu-urn, like a Roman fucking candle
RE SOL DO FA
Bu-urn, like a chasm in the night
RE SOL DO FA
Bu-urn, for a miniscule duration
RE DO SOL RE
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
RE FA SOL
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