Intro: 
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          A
Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough. 
              F#m                                                 
They got refrigerators full of blood  
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another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves.
                    A
Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot,
                    F#m
My twitchin' muscles tease my flippin' thoughts.
            E                                                          E7
I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground

            E                                                F#m
But it's all I'm doing now - listening for patterns in the sound 
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Of an endless static sea. 
                    E                                                  F#m
But once the satellite's deceased, it blows like garbage through the streets
          E                              
Of the night sky to infinity.
                    
                    A                                                
But don't you weep.
               F#m
Don't you weep.
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There is nothing as lucky... 
                            A
Honey, don't you weep.
                F#m
Don't you weep.
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