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Well there're^Bm so many sinking now, you've got to keep thinking, you can make it th^Emrough these waves ^BmAcid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, l^Emots of laughs, lo^Ats of laughs

^BmEverybody's saying that hell's the hippest way to go, well ^DI don't think so But I'm gonna t^Bmake a look ar^Aound it though, B^Emlue, I lov^Ame y^Cmou

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