Ten Thousand Lines

Intro: B

B                           
We paint the future from this 
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bedroom.
 With lots of progress; cold and 
B
heartless.
 And nothing lives, just twitches 
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and moves.
 It's all synthetic, but it's all 
we've got.

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E            F#    Ebm          
Thousands of wires spread 
      B
through the halls.
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 Thousands of eyes live in our 
B
walls.
     A            E           
 And now they can see just what 
       B        F#
we've done (oh no)
 A            E                B
 Now they can see what we've become.

Interlude: B C# E

B                      C#        
No sun. Just radiation here. Get 
   E
it by the lungful.
B                             C#
 No time. No way to count the years.
               E
 Except by the creaking sounds in 
your bones.