Intro:
   D    G  D  Bm  A
   A  G  D  Bm  A  G  D

Verse 1:
E            G            A
Flame down Pacific highway
E                  G              Gbm
Still in shape, my methods refined (Yes)
A              G              D
Long gone superstition's folly
      E             G              Gbm
The insane hour, my memories refuse

Chorus:
Dbm         A
I'd like to see them win
Bm                A
I like the inspiration like it's going in the right direction
           Bm   Gbm
And that's to me
            A
I'd like to see them win
     Bm             A      Gbm                    A
It's my kind of aspiration like it's going in the right direction
       D      Bm
That's to me, to me, to me, to be

Verse 2:
    A             G             D
The aim now is perfection always
    E                  G              D
The aim now is xxxxxx' leave it behind (Yes)
Bm                       G                D
Go home known through perception's hallways
         E      A           G                 Gbm
When the change comes we'll live in green skies

Chorus:
Dbm         A
I'd like to see them win
                  A
I like the inspiration like it's going in the right direction
           Bm     Gbm
And that's to me, to me, to me
            A
I'd like to see them win
     Bm             A      Gb                       A
It's my kind of aspiration like it's flowing in the right direction
       B     Em
That's to me

Bridge:
A                        B
Who are you to doubt it?
E              A         Gbm
Who are you to doubt it?
Gbm                        Dbm  A Gbm
(Who are you to doubt it?)
               Bm
Who are you to doubt it?

Interlude:
   A  Dbm  Gbm  Bm
   A  Dbm  Gbm

Outro:
Bm                        A                Dbm               Gbm
Let me tell you ‘bout the wayward starlet, face adorned with bones
Bm7                          A                   Dbm                 Gbm
Looked me up and down, said "babe we're soaring, but you don't notice"
Bm                        A                Dbm               Gbm
Let me tell you ‘bout the wayward starlet, face adorned with skulls
Bm                       A                 Dbm                 Gbm
Lifting up and down, the whale is soaring, but you don't notice
          Bm    A
G#ove the ocean
          Dbm   Gbm
G#ove the ocean
          Bm    A
G#ove the ocean
          Dbm   Gbm
G#ove the ocean
Gbm
G#ove the ocean
Gbm
G#ove the ocean
(nc)
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