E-Pro chords

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E See me pull up the Bm top of my soul, straight down out the bowl.
But my fingers holdin' on to the devil I know.
All my F troubles I had in your Bm chin, I'm gonna take your eye.
And E lock the bellbowl, shoot your mouth, and all Bm of your enemies.
Don't forget, pick up what you stole, knockin' trash to garbage you're E bound to.
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Eating and kicking the dump with my boots, broke down out of the hatch.
You bowled rubber snakes and balls in the back of your room.
Handing out a confession of vandalism Heaven's dumped in the voice of New Year's.
Charmed the boss with the eyes of rosebud and then now I.
Come to you, hammer my bones in the E anvil of brilliant light.
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I won't give up, it goes like this The way he calls it, please don't do that.
on Gm us All in all, there's so much left to A taste,.
that's bitter I won't give up, it goes like this.
The way he calls it, please don't do that on us.
All in all, there's so much E left to taste, that's bitter.
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