Time Travel

	  		
C 
Nothing is real. 
                   C 
I know this 'cause I made a deal, 
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with the Devil he told me that I was just wasting my time on the Moon. 
     C 
So I flew to the Sun. 
                 C 
Lost track of my soul on the run. 
          Am 
Suffering twelfth degree burns, 
                            Am 
I learned that the Sun was no fun. 
     C 
So I ran back to Earth. 
                        C 
Tripped and fell in the glorified dirt 
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Honestly, Gravity sees me as a liability. 
   C 
So I held my breath. 
                     C 
'Til my soul left my body for dead. 
     Am                                             Am 
I'll rip through the clouds to talk to the man in the sky. 

I said... 
F 
Take this for what it is, 
                  Am 
I think you're a tad bit prejudice against 
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The ones like us that are searching for the answers. 

He said... 
F 
Kid, you don't know shit. 
            Am 
You should go back home and live 
        C                           G 
In that quiet little town you left behind. 
    C 
I'm comin' home. 

          Am           Am 
Don't you cry (Don't you cry.) 
   C      G 
Im comin' home 
        Am          Am 
Just in time (Just in time.) 

C 
I am a fake. 
             C 
A constant go-getter of fate. 
  Am                                        Am 
I lost track of time, I carried my mind on a plate. 
  C                               C 
I seasoned it well, with acid and MDMA. 
     Am                                                     Am 
Then I howled at the moon, 'til the sun burnt out both of my eyes. 
   C 
So I checked my pulse. 
               C 
Standing there white as a ghost. 
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I lacked the complexion and stabbed my reflection twelve times. 
   C 
So I held my breath. 
                     C 
'Til my soul left my body for dead. 
     Am                                               Am 
I'll rip through the clouds to talk with the man in the sky. 

I said... 
F 
Take this for what it is, 
                  Am 
I think you're a tad bit prejudice against 
    C                                     G 
The ones like us that are searching for the answers. 

He said... 
F 
Kid, you don't know shit. 
            Am 
You should go back home and live 
        C                           G 
In that quiet little town you left behind. 
    C 
I'm comin' home. 

          Am           Am 
Don't you cry (Don't you cry.) 
   C      G 
Im comin' home 
        Am          Am 
Just in time (Just in time.) 

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I don't know what I've been told, I will sell my soul to rock 'n' roll. 
                       F                   F 
I don't know where to go, I have lost control 

Oh, no