Fm Ab Cm Bb Fm Ab What can it be that calls me to this place today? Cm Bb This lawless car ballet, what can it be? Fm Ab Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar? Cm Bb Was that a metaphor for something more? Fm Ab Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing Cm Bb As I'm called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah) Fm Ab My body, my spirit aligning Cm Fm Ab Cm Bb In this, in this place called Slaughter Race Fm Ab Cm Bb Slaughter race Fm Ab What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay? Cm Bb Would it be ok, here in this place? Fm 'Cause you know that I love these fallen wires Ab Dumpster fires, burning tires Cm Everything that I desire Bb Everything that I desire Fm Ab Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing Cm Bb As I'm called through this far off maze (Ooh-ah) Fm Ab My body, my spirit aligning Cm Fm Ab Cm Bb In this, in this place called Slaughter Race Fm Ab Cm Eb Slaughter race Cm Bb Ab I know I should go but Cm I really don't want to yet Bb Ab I really don't want to yet Cm Bb Ab Yeah, I know I should go but Ab Fm I really don't want to yet Gm Ab Bb I really don't want to yet Fm Ab Cm Bb There's nothing like Slaughter Race Fm Ab Cm Bb Slaughter Race Fm Ab It's alright here in Slaughter Race Cm Bb Alright here in Slaughter Race Fm Alright here in Slaughter Race Ab Cm Eb It's alright here in Slaughter Race, yeah
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