Verse 1:Cm Bear paws and rascal powerA# Watching us in your garageCm Big girl you ate the neighborD# A# The nova is overCm Wake up and playA# BalleradioCm Make room for Clara's bare feetD# A# The love of a Martian Pre-Chorus:G Tick tock and waiting for the meteorG This clock is opening another door Chorus:Cm Lots of love just keep it comin'A# Making something out of nothin'G# G These are the best that ICm I don't know how to sayA# Losin' what I love todayG# G These are the best that ICm Lots of love just keep it comin'A# Making something out of nothin'G# G These are the best that ICm I don't know what to sayA# Look at what I lost todayG# G And these are the things that I Verse 2 - same chords as first one -: Blood flowers in the kitchen Signing off and winding down This Martian ends her mission The nova is over She caught the ball By the mission bell Chase lizards bark at donkeys The love of a Martian Pre-Chorus:G Let's bow our heads and let the trumpets blowG Our girl is gone god bless her little soul Chorus:Cm Lots of love just keep it comin'A# Making something out of nothin'G# G These are the best that ICm I don't know how to sayA# Losin' what I love todayG# G These are the best that ICm Lots of love just keep it comin'A# Making something out of nothin'G# G These are the best that ICm I don't know what to sayA# Look at what I lost todayG# G And these are the things that I Bridge - repeat Cm G# D# A# -: She's got a sword in case Though this is not her lord in case The one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace. Disappeared, No trace. Musky tears. Suitcase. The down turn brave little burncub Bearcareless turnip snare rampages Pitch color pages... Down and out but not in Vegas, Disembarks and disengages. No loft. Sweet pink canary cages plummet Pop dewskin fortitude for the sniffing black noses That snort and allude to dangling trinkets That mimic the dirt cough go drink its. It's for you. Blue battered naval town slip kisses Delivered by duck muscles and bottlenosed grifters Arrive in time to catch the late show. It's a beehive barrel race. a shehive stare and chase wasted feature Who tried and failed to reach her. Embossed beneath a box in the closet That's lost. The kind that you find when you mind your own mysteries. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters Into newmorning milk blanket. Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch Bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Get your broom and sweep the echoes of yesternights fallen freckles...away!!!
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