Am,G//…F
crouched in the hay
checking for reflection in cafes
Burning your tongue in circles round the bay
Walking these halls
Climbing those gated walls
Pushing full force against feeling
(F,G)  
Impossibly small <stop>
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Chase tracks up
The ancient blacktop
Get up to speed and you’re off
But the sky ain’t the end
Your troubles begin again
When finally your feathers extend 
Remember that I
(F,G)
Forecast surprise
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C, Gm, F
All you gotta / do now
Never let go
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If the wind dies, 
and if the hail flies
if you lose your grip and slide
You’re holding a guide
Drawn by a choir
You’ll land at last where I lie
(F,G)
Turn to face our sky
Speak what you find
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INSTRU: C, A#,Am,A#/ F

BRIDGE/OUTRO:
(Emaj / F,G// )
Your burnt avatar
Is an m-class star
Patient to control the radar
With a few close friends
Those who comprehend
Moving on up means you spend
Years below ground //

Below Ground

Nothing occurs without the collusion of everything.

Below Ground

Shilo DeLay