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| Seventy days to cross the | ocean |
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| Seventy nights where no one | 's gonna hear me fa | ll |
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| Freddie Mercury, I've somet | imes wished |
| F | |
| I'd never been born at all |
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| I remain unphotographed y | ea |
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| I don't exaggerate my inte | lligence |
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| I might turn a broom into | a tree |
| F | |
| But I'll never be one of them |
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| I f | ly, | cause there's no why in getting beaten up | by |
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| a g | uy | who cries before he fights |
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| I don't want em to see me | like this |
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| The way they like to kick | people when t | heir down |
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| You said, please stop wor | rying bout th | is |
| F | |
| They stop kicking once you're down' |
| C | G | F | |
| There's Mistaken Point, Newfoundland |
| C | G | F | |
| There's Moonbeam, Ontari-ari-o |
| C | G | F | |
| There are places I've never | been |
| F | |
| and always wanted to go |
| Am | F | C | F | |
| I f | ly, | cause woe betide a guy who just liv | es to fight |
| Am | F | G | |
| Fly | , | love is to try and die trying |
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| Fl | y, | yea, that's right |
| A | Bb | C | D | |
| Fl | y, | ye | a, that's right |
| A | Bb | C | D | F | G | |
| Tr | y, | lo | ve | is | to try and die trying |
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| Am | F | G | (Through solo) |
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| Coastline rising out of th | e ocean |
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| Coastline rises like a pai | r of glowing | thighs |
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| Theres something down deep | inside me sa | ys, |
| F | |
| Where ya been all my life.' |
| Am | F | C | F | |
| Fly | , tur | n your | back, get your face in the sky |
| Am | F | G | |
| Fly | , lov | e is to try and die trying |
| Am | F | C | F | |
| Try | , lef | t and ri | ght, across your mind |
| Am | F | G | |
| Try | , lov | e is to try and die trying |
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| C | . | (fade) |