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| E | | 25 years of my life and still |
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| F#m | A | | Tryin' to to get up that great big hill of | hope, |
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| E | | I realized quickly when I knew I should |
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| F#m | A | | That the | world was made up of this brotherhood of | man, |
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| E | | for whatever that | means. |
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| | | E | | | And so I | cry sometimes, when I'm lying in bed |
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| | | F#m | A | | | just to | get all out, what's in my head, then | I, |
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| | | E | | | I am feeling, a little peculi | ar. |
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And so I wake in the morning, and I step outside |
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| | | F#m | | | And I | take a deep breath, and I get real high, and |
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| | | A | E | | | | I, scream from the top of my lungs, "What's going | on?" |
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| | | E | F#m | | | And I say, | "Hey yeah yeah hey, | hey yeah yeah." |
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| | | A | E | | | I said, | "Hey, what's going | on?" |
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| | | E | F#m | | | And I say, | "Hey yeah yeah hey, | hey yeah yeah." |
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| | | A | E | | | I said, | "Hey, what's going | on?" |
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| E | F#m | | And I try, oh my god, do I | try |
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| F#m | A | E | | I try all the | time, in this insti | tution. |
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| F#m | | And I pray, oh my god, do I | pray |
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| A | E | | I pray every single | day, for a revo | lution. |
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| E | | 25 years of my life and still |
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| F#m | A | | Tryin' to get up that great big hill of | hope, |
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