Time Travel

C
Nothing is real.
                   C
I know this 'cause I made a deal,
                  Am               
with the Devil he told me that I 
                            Am
was just wasting my time on the 
Moon.
     C
So I flew to the Sun.
                 C
Lost track of my soul on the run.
          Am
Suffering twelfth degree burns,
                            Am
I learned that the Sun was no fun.
     C
So I ran back to Earth.
                        C
Tripped and fell in the glorified 
dirt
Am                           
Honestly, Gravity sees me as a 
     Am
liability.
   C
So I held my breath.
                     C
'Til my soul left my body for dead.
     Am                            
I'll rip through the clouds to talk
                 Am
 with the man in the sky.

I said...
F
Take this for what it is,
                  Am
I think you're a tad bit prejudice 
against
    C                              
The ones like us that are searching
       G
 for the answers.

He said...
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F
Kid, you don't know shit.
            Am
You should go back home and live
        C                          
In that quiet little town you left 
 G
behind.
    C
I'm comin' home.

          Am           Am
Don't you cry (Don't you cry.)
   C      G
Im comin' home
        Am          Am
Just in time (Just in time.)

C
I am a fake.
             C
A constant go-getter of fate.
  Am                               
I lost track of time, I carried my 
         Am
mind on a plate.
  C                               
I seasoned it well, with acid and 
C
MDMA.
     Am                            
Then I howled at the moon, 'til the
                         Am
 sun burnt out both of my eyes.
   C
So I checked my pulse.
               C
Standing there white as a ghost.
  Am                               
I lacked the complexion and stabbed
                    Am
 my reflection twelve times.
   C
So I held my breath.
                     C
'Til my soul left my body for dead.
     Am                            
I'll rip through the clouds to talk
                   Am
 with the man in the sky.

I said...
F
Take this for what it is,
                  Am
I think you're a tad bit prejudice 
against
    C                              
The ones like us that are searching
       G
 for the answers.

He said...
F
Kid, you don't know shit.
            Am
You should go back home and live
        C                          
In that quiet little town you left 
 G
behind.
    C
I'm comin' home.

          Am           Am
Don't you cry (Don't you cry.)
   C      G
Im comin' home
        Am          Am
Just in time (Just in time.)

  E                           E   
I don't know what I've been told, 
                    E E7      
I will sell my soul to rock 'n' 
   F
roll.
                       F        
I don't know where to go, I have 
           F
lost control

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