Intro: Eb Bb Gm

Verse 1:
       Eb                 Bb                         Gm               Bb
I lay down, I drink the poison and I pass the xxxx out. Now let me tell you
          F            Gm                        Eb                       Bb
'bout the good life. I have a million different kinds of fun, when I'm asleep
                                  Gm
and in a dream that I'm your only one.

Chorus:
        Eb                   Fsus4
Can we create something beautiful, and
     Bb
destroy it?


  Eb                   Gm                 Bb
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination.

Verse 2:
             Eb                                   Bb            Cm
If you come over tonight, we can travel through time. We can sleep on the
                          Gm                                       Eb
ceiling, and creep under black lights. I have a million different girls that
               Bb                                 Gm
hide under my bed, and when I let 'em out, they treat me right.


           Eb                    Bb                              Gm
Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean, wrist. (You were screaming 'til
    Cm
the police came.)

Chorus:
   Gm             Eb                  Fsus4           Bb
Can we create something beautiful, and destroy it?


   Eb                  Gm                 Bb                 Gm
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination. If every living thing
              Bb                       Gm                      Bb
dies alone, what am I doing here? If every living thing dies alone, what am
         Cm
I doing here? (xxxx it!)

Interlude (x2): Eb Bb Gm

         Cm                                                   Gm
It's the end of the world! It's the end of the world, you and me should spend
     Bb            Eb
the rest of it in love!


         Eb                   Fsus4         Bb
Can we create something beautiful, and destroy it?
  Eb                   Gm                 Bb                 Gm
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination. If every living thing
                Bb                     G               Bb             Gm
dies alone, what am I doing here? If every living thing dies alone, what am
         Eb        Bb
I doing here? Oh, no.
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