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Intro
Slide down to F#5 A5 F#5 C5 B5 F#5
THEN SOME DUDE SAYS SOME INTERESTING THINGS
Then slide down to F#5 C#5 C5 B5
I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
the children love the show
but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
fail to see the anguish in my eyes
THEN THERE IS A SOLO KIND OF THING. ANYTHING YOU PLAY PRETTY MUCH
SOUNDS RIGHT. I AM JUST A PIECE. THE MAIN RIFF PLAYS THROUGH IT.
I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin
but they seem to scream as darkness fills my eyes
seem to scream as darkness fills my eyes
it's no suprise
THEN WE HAVE
F#5 A5 F#5 C5 B5
Fail to see the tragic
Turn it into magic
B5 G5 B5 G5
My big top tricks will always make you happy
C#5 A5 C#5 A5
But we all know the hat is wearing me
THEN SLIDE DOWN WHILE STRUMMING.
My bag is in the hat
It's filled with this and that
My vision's getting fat
the rabbits just a monkey in disguise
stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand
If it's slower than
the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
THEN THERE IS ANOTHER SOLO TYPE THING HERE. I DIDN'T FIGURE IT OUT SO
NOW YOU SHALL SUFFER. LIKE, DROP YOUR GUITAR AND DANCE ON IT AND IT
MIGHT SOUND RIGHT. MAYBE NOT...
Fail to see the tragic
Turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
but we all know the hat is wearing me
Eb5 B5 Eb5 B5
Chicanery will always make you happy
F5 C#5 F5 C#5
But we all know the hat is wearing me
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