Wicker Man

Am            G     D
Life Inside a Snail Shell
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Believing you're a Prophet living in Hell
Am        G      D
A cynical Wicker Man
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Always got a better plan

[Pre Chorus 1}

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But try and find him if you can

[Chorus 1]

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When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
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With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
         F                      C                 G           D
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
        F                C          G
Turning all your windows into Microscopes

It's only a choice

[Break]

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[Verse 2]

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Life inside his frightened mind
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Filled with all the negatives he can find
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To save him from saying yes
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And risk disproving he's the best

[Pre Chorus 2]

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But no actions will ever speak louder than his words

[Chorus 2]

F                             C             G    D
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
         F               C                    G          D
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
         F                      C                 G           D
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
        F                C         G
Turning all your windows into Microscopes

It's only a choice

[Bridge]
F  C  G  D
F  C  G  D
It's only a choice
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It's only a choice
F  C  G  D

[Pre Chorus 3]

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And he's scared of the world 'cos he thinks the worlds like him

[Chorus 3]

         F                    C             G    D
When the walls that saved you locked you inside alone
         F               C                    G          D
With the ricochet of the words you throw like Sticks and stones
         F                      C                 G           D
Drifting through your days in a blinding cloud of rage at the sun
        F                C         G
Turning all your windows into Microscopes