Bbm          F
From ripe, to green
F#        G#
Too real, too late
Bbm                 F
Should I lie down, or stand up
F#       G#
Or walk around again?
Bbm                   F
My eyes finally right opened out
F#             G#
My eyes finally right opened shut
Bbm                     F
To find my fount of sound
F#                  G#
That Ears the touch of my tears
Bbm                 F
Smell the taste of all we waste
F#        G#
Could feed the others
Bbm                  F
But we smother each other with the nettle
    F#        G#
And Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather
Bbm                          F
It blows through our trees, swims through our sees
F#                     G#
Flies to the last gasp left on this earth,
Bbm          F          F#    G#
Oh       ohoh          oh-oh         oh

Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to    ...birth
Bbm                  F
Should I die again? Should I die around?
F#      G#
The pounds of matter willing to space
Bbm                  F  F#  G#
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
Bbm          F
With my own cold dead face
F#       G#
Oh With my own wooden case
Bbm        F
You with me la la ohohoh
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Bbm     F           F#     G#
It's a long lonely journey from death to  ...birth 

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