Left Lyrics In The Practice Room

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"Demon fiend, leave your tomb, seek out the Virgin womb"
B                          A
Hey Chris from Future Doom, you left your lyrics in the practice room.
E                               A
"Cackling hag astride the broom - what dread upon the spume?"
B
Hey Chris I understand your gloom
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But come on, rock up - you're from Ilfracombe.
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        A                                 E
Did you leave them there so that when the band who practice 8 'til 10
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May read them and perhaps then say "we gotta meet this cat today!"
(n.c.)
Whoh-oh Black Sabbath, bam-ba-lam
                                    G C# G C#
Whoh-oh Black Sabbath, bam-ba-lam.
    E                               A
You drink too much Oranjeboom; your jaw juts out like Mart Poom
B                       A
Dr. Desperate I presume? You left these in the waiting room
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How much more can I exhume, how much more can you consume?
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Oh let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
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Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me
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Let the light from the lighthouse shine on me tonight.