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Am C Em
Am C Em
[Verse]
Am C Em
People wear the strangest skins, faces made of plasticine, living life inside machines.
Am C Em
This one naked as a child, golden-haired and running wild, playing with these guns a while.
[Chorus]
F Am Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F Am Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.
[Instrumental]
Am C Em
Am C Em
[Verse]
Am C Em
People do the oddest things, faces for their family, faces for the well-to-do.
Am C Em
This one cuts off tiny bits, hides them underneath his bed, they may find them when he's dead.
[Chorus]
F Am Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F Am Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.
F Am Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F Am Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.
F Am Em
Living in a flatland, drinking in a flatland, walking in a flatland.
F Am Em
Thinking in a flatland, fighting in a flatland, dying in a flatland.
[Outro]
Am C Em
Am C Em
