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Em			      D 
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel 
				     C 
The last thing that your hands will fell 
                             B 
Your final flight can't be delayed 
Em                        D 
No land just sky it's so serene 
                             C 
Your pink fat lips let go a scream 
                             B 
You fry and melt I love the scene 
 
          G     D 
Sometimes I fantasize 
            C 
When the streets are cold and lonely 
         G 
And the cars they burn below me 
 
             G               D 
Don't these times fill your eyes 
          C 
When the streets are cold and lonely 
         G 
And the cars they burn bellow me 
          D 
Are you alone 
            Em 
Is anybody home 
 
Em - D - C - B 
 
 
(Igual ao primeiro verso) 
I'M STANDING WARM AGAINST THE COLD 
NOW THAT THE FLAMES 
HAVE TAKEN HOLD 
AT LEAST YOU LEFT YOUR LIFE IN STYLE 
 
AND FOR AS FAR AS I CAN SEE 
TIN TWISTED GRILLS GRIN BACK AT ME 
BAD MONEY DIES I LOVE THE SCENE