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F, G, F, G (hammer on the root of the F, sorta like psychosis, except in F
instead of G... then slide up to G)
DO DO7
I'm tired of lickin' them boots that been-a-kickin' me!
FA SOL
DO DO7
Sick of them sour grapes they keep-a pickin' me!
DO7 SOL
Set loose your wings, cut the strings of your puppeteers
DO7 SOL
Freedom begins, baby, between your ears
DO7
Reach for the sky
SOL FA
You do not have to buy what they been advertisin'
SOL
Not when you're mile high and risin'!
Opened my eyes to the lies that'd been a-trickin' me!
Cut all the horns, pulled the thorns that'd been-stickin' me!
.....my, my you're mile high and risin'
Interlude/solo chords (????):
LAm-Bm
SIm-G
If you got the feelin' what they're dealin'
got you livin' under way too low a ceiling...
Cut through your doom and your gloom
c'mon and grab yourself some headroom!
Set loose your wings, cut the strings of your puppeteers
Freedom begins, baby, between your ears
Reach for the sky
You do not have to buy what they been advertisin'
Not when you're mile high and risin'!
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