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Em C
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
G
while the magfire [?] sings
D
some shiny song
Em C
old cornface row of teeth she says sweetly to me
G D
in the elevator
Em D C
Everything seems like a dream
A
Life's a scream
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Here come old kerosene hat with his earflaps waxed
a'courting his girl
come clattering in here on your old cloven skates
with the devilish spoon [?]
Everything seems like a dream
And life's a scream
when you're submarine
[anyone got the solo?]
So don't you bother me death with your leathery ways
and your old chaise lounge
a wickerman's [?] fence of leathery tires
and the cooks gone bad, started several fires
Everything seems like a dream
when your submarine
Head like a stream, she says softly to me
from the rattling chair
bring me a steak and my old pair of crows
my medicine lamp
Everything seems like a dream
Life's a scream
[some whispered stuff I can't make out]
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