Ipecac

A
Happy hair with fashion eyes, 
climbed up the ivory tower
        B                      A
Just forgot, what the game was for 
(x2)

A
Sing the streets of silence, we have
 to fight the way
         B                         
From the bone, cook up the monring 
A
glue (x2)

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CHORUS
D                           A
Find a way to make it work, leave 
old bags behind
D                            A
This ride is a scream, happy hour 
turns hearts to dust
Fmaj7                   Gmaj7    
Watch out for love like ipecac a 
Fmaj7            A
strage brew were looking at
Fmaj7         Gmaj7     A
Watch out for love like ipecac

A
Great buildings of majesty made by 
the rat race whore
       B                    
Backed by, the graves of the 
          A
laborors toil (x2)