Chords for The Living Tombstone - Fly Home (Visualizer)

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[G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [Dm] _
[G] Back to back, hop [F] in a car, [Gm] another day, another destination, [G] fly [F] somewhere far.
[G] Gotta start [Dm] fresh in a new [G] location, seems [A] somewhat bizarre.
[Gm] Living life without a [G] sovereign nation, said make [F] me a star.
[Bb] This is what you gotta [F] do.
[Bb] In the air [Dm] again, it's just [Gm] like a merry-go-round.
[Bb] Living miles [F] above, you may [Gm] see an air on the ground.
So [Cm] sick of white and [Bb] chrome, [F] but I've got the world [G] to own.
So [Eb] I am [C] lost in [F] the unknown.
[D] Feel the [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ burn, [Gm] wanna breathe [F] somewhere new.
[Bb] Seven hour on a rent, I'd [G] like to meet [F] someone new.
[Bb] You're supposed to give me all the [G] answers, learn [F] something true.
[Gm] Another hundred to [G] go through, I'm just [F] passing through.
[Gm] And it's all I ever knew.
I'm [Bb] in the air [Dm] again, it's [Gm] just like a merry-go-round.
[Bb] Living miles [F] above, you may [Gm] see an air on the ground.
So [C] sick of white [Bb] and chrome, [Dm] but I've got the world [G] to own.
So [Eb] I am lost [C] in [F] the unknown.
Till the [Bb] birds fly home, [Dm] I'm gone, [Gm] alone on top of the world.
They [Bb] say there's nothing [F] wrong, success [Gm] is a wonderful world.
When [C] thought I'm lost [Bb] at sea, [Dm] it's a prison being [Gm] free.
It [Eb] won't be [C] long, [F] you'll see.
Only till [Bb] the [F] birds fly, [Gm] _ _ [F] I'll just be [Bb] a [Eb] voice over [Gm] the phone.
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[Bb] Destination's [F] all unknown, _ only till [Dm] the birds fly [D] home. _
[G] Used to live a [F] simple life, in a single nondescript [G] location.
Stress, [F] family, strife, [Bb] sick and tired of the [G] aggravation zone.
[A] Wrote my songs, [Dm] try to make it big in my [G] vocation.
I [F] _ [Bb] did what I had to do.
I'm in the air [Dm] again, it's [Gm] just like a merry-go-round.
[Bb] Living miles [F] above, you [Gm] may see an air on the ground.
So [C] sick of white [Bb] and chrome, [F] but I've got the world [G] to own.
So [Eb] I am [C] lost in [F] the unknown.
Till the [Bb] birds fly home, [Dm] I'm gone, [Gm] alone on top of the world.
They [Bb] say there's [G] nothing wrong, success is a wonderful world.
[Gm] When [C] thought I'm lost [Bb] at sea, [F] it's a prison [Gm] being free.
It [Eb] won't be [C] long, [F] you'll [D] see. _
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