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F F
D C G D
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
D C G D
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
D C G D
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
D C G D
And when it flickered out we laid him down to die
D F G
I turn on the light,
C G F
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
D F G
A beacon in the night,
C G F
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
D F G
F F
D C G D
And I'll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
D C G D
And equip it with just a million tiny suns
D C G D
I'll install upon the roof of my compartment
D C G D
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
D F G
Then I'll turn on the light,
C G F
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
D F G
A beacon in the night,
C G F
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
D F G
F F
D-D-C-D-D-C-...-D (During bass "solo")
And I'll
D G C F
Bu-urn, like a Roman fucking candle
D G C F
Bu-urn, like a chasm in the night
D G C F
Bu-urn, for a miniscule duration
D C G D
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight
D F G
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