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DmTune me in to Cthe Bbwild side of Flife

BbI'm an innocent Fyoung child Csharp Csus4as Ca Fknife C/E

DmTake me to the garretts where Cthe Bbartists Fhave died

BbShow me the courtrooms where the A7judges have lDmied

Let me drink deeply from the water and the wine

Light coloured candles in dark dreary mines

Look in the mirror and stare at myself

And wonder if that's really me on the shelf

Bb7And each day I learn just aEb7 little bit more

Ab7I don't know why but IDb7 do know what for

Bb7If we're all going somewhere Eb7let's get there Ab7soon

Oh this Db7song's got no Gb7title just Gwords and a B/Ctune F/C C F C/E

Take me down alleys where the murders are done

In a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun

Want to read books in the studies of men

Born on the breeze and die on the wind

If I was an artist who paints with his eyes

I'd study my subject and silently cry

Cry for the darkness to come down on me

For confusion to carry on turning the wheel

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