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I saw a swarm of fruit flies. I took the bag downstairs.  
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When I came back, they were still there.
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Flying jerky patterns like snowflakes in the air.
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I’m sorry – you’ve got nowhere to go.
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I’m sorry – you’ve got nowhere to go……

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Left, straight, right, straight – I can’t find a reason.
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I know I keep going but I can’t find a reason,
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Nothing looks right, nothing smells right and I can’t land.

F#m  E  B

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Geometric patterns smearing out of control,
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Only have enough gas left for the beer can to the bowl.
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What can I do but go on?
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What can I do but go on?
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What can I do but go on?

F#m  E  B

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On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot bring them back to you.
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On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot measure up to you.
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On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot bring them back to you.
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On no you make your own mistakes, I cannot measure up to you.

F#m  E  B
ooou, oooou
F#m  E  B
Ooou, oooou

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