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| When I was just a little | boy |
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| I threw away all of my | action toys |
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| When I became obse | ssed with Ope | ration |
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| With hearts and minds and certain | glands |
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| You gotta learn to keep a | steady hand |
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| And thus began my | morbid fasci | nati | on |
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| Tore the spines from out of all of these | self-help books |
| E | F#m | |
| Made myself a gun that not only | shoots but looks |
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| So | real, it shoots through | steel |
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| With rays of dark | matter |
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| rays of dark | matter |
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| Do you wonder where the self re | sides |
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| Is it in your head or bet | ween your sides |
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| And who will be the one who | will decide |
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| Its true lo | cation |
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| And does the thought of bile that's red and | black |
| A | |
| The thought of tongues that | taste you back |
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| Fill you with a | nauseouseous sort of e | lation |
| E | F#m | |
| A noose is loosed around our necks made of | DNA |
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| And every | day it's growing tighter no matter what they | do or say |
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| And you can | shoot right through it with rays of dark matter |
| E | |
| Just be | fore they kick out, |
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| they kick out the | ladder |
| A | D | |
| With rays of dark | matter |
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| With rays of dark | matt | er |
| A | D | A | D | A | D | A | D | |
| Like something | catching fire |
| (whistle) |
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| Do you wonder where the self re | sides |
| A | |
| Is it in your head or bet | ween your sides |
| D | |
| And who will be the one who | will decide |
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