As If By Design

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[Verse 1]
E
The stars were just the holes 
punched in the shoebox
That gives the creature all the air 
                  B
he needs to breathe

As if every constellation was just a
 form of inhalation
                   Am        
From a captor too enormous to 
       E
conceive


[Verse 2]
E
The moon beamed like a coach from 
junior high school
When players hacked their way 
                        B
through each opposing team

And the brighter it was shining, 
felt like the wider he was smiling
                     Am            
On a season that he loved too much 
       E
to leave


[Chorus]
E                             
When you stare off in the night 
                             B
sometimes you see a little too much
Sometimes there's a world behind the
 mirror, sometimes a razor and a 
E
toothbrush
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And in those fleeting moments when 
                    A
the stars all seem aligned
                     B        
It all runs together, as if by 
      E
design


[Verse 3]

The boat out in the middle of the 
ocean
Is like the butterfly just breathing
        B
 on the sea

Giving all of its attention to this 
new and strange reflection
                  Am               
Not recognized as what it used to 
 E
be


[Chorus]
E                             
When you stare off in the night 
                             B
sometimes you see a little too much
Sometimes there's a world behind the
 mirror, sometimes a razor and a 
E
toothbrush
When in those fleeting moments when 
                    A
the stars all seem aligned
                     F#      
It all runs together, as if by 
B E
design


[Bridge]
      A#m
Every day getting a little
     A
More acquainted with the riddles
B         F#m           
Until I'm looking for them 
                B
everywhere I go


[Solo]

E C#m C# C#m F#7 B

F#m E D#m C# B

E Bm D A F#m A F#m B E


[Chorus]
E
When you stare off in the night 
sometimes you see a little too much
Sometimes there's a world behind the
 mirror, sometimes a razor and a 
B
toothbrush
And in those fleeting moments when 
                    A      F#m A
the stars all seem aligned
                   F#  B     
It all runs together, as if by 
  E
design
E
As if by design
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As if by design