Chords for Beck Nausea

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_ _ _ Now I'm a C-16, I run a zip up noise.
I got [Eb] my map, all backwards, and my [Ebm] instincts poison.
And a troop drone got a full of wasted years.
Lights go on, loudspeakers ringing.
My ears are [Db] echos. _
Nausea, [F] oh, nausea.
And we're [Ebm] gone. _
_ _ _ _ _ [Db] That's nausea, [Fm] oh, nausea.
And [Ebm] we're gone. _
_ _ _ _ Now I'm a straight line walker with a blackout.
Whoa, I push the shopping cart over in an [Eb] ashtray.
Run with my mini and bring a [Ebm] fracture for some God.
Who could see us on the flats and in a parking lot?
Oh, [Db] that's _ nausea, [Fm] oh, nausea.
And [Ebm] we're gone. _
_ _ _ No, [Db] that's _ nausea, [F] oh, _ nausea.
And [Ebm] we're gone. _
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Yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ Now I'm a priest getting naked in a ball and tower of dust.
I'm a bitch in a band with a pile of the dust.
I eat a long rib of jagged bread, toast from my past.
I'm baby Jace, the one that's hurt.
Yeah, she's got deep-dip guns.
Oh, [Db] that's nausea, [F] oh, nausea.
And we're [Eb] gone.
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_ _ _ _ _ [Db] _ Nausea, [Fm] oh, nausea.
And we're [Eb] gone.
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_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Ab] [Ebm] Now listen.
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_ _ _ _ _ Yeah.
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