[Intro]
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[verse]
A
turnstiles on mezzanine
jet ways and Dramamine fiends
and x-ray machines
D
you were hurling through space
g-forces twisting your face
A
breeding superstition
E
a fatal premonition
D
you know you got to envision
A
the fiery crash
E D
oh close your eyes and you wake up
A
face stuck to a vinyl settee
E D
oh the line was starting to break up
A
just as you were starting to say
A
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some-thing a- pro-pos I don't know
A....A....A....D....D....A....E...D...A
[verse]
A
beige tiles and magazines
Lou Dobbs and the CNN team
on every monitor screen
D
you were caught in the crossfire
where every human face
has you reaching for your mace
A
so it's kind of an imposition (fatal premonition)
E D
to save our lives you've got to envision
E D
to save all our lives you've got to envision
E D Dm
well to save all our lives you've got to envision
A
the fiery crash
Dm A
it's just a formality
Dm A
why must I explain?
Dm A
just a nod to mortality
E A
before you get on....before you get on a plane
E D
oh close your eyes and you wake up
A
face stuck to a vinyl settee
E D
oh the line was starting to break up
A
what was that you were going to say?