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This Is Not Lucid ukulele

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I messed up in the first tabs I made for this song on the chorus so here's the real deal 
once again I would like to thank Fitzy!

HA!

A E F#m
F#min
The night is raining, full of trees of dead and drowning leaves
C#m
Like a wilted poem, A decrepit home made up with floors of three
E
And my demon’s in the distance I am scared and so is she
F#m
I follow…


(arpagiate the chords here on the)
F#m
The little ones of coldest stares with their skin ripped off in places
C#m
Bleeding thoughts with mouths agape eyes filled with marble casings
E (go down the scale starting on the 5th fret 1st string high E)
And I feel their lonesome artist he is near and he is pacing
F#m
His heart is hollow…


A E F#m A E F#m E Bmin


F#m      E    Bmin      F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m E     Bmin  F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m      E           Bmin F#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E                      F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones


D
A monitor is shining on three faces
A
Through the crescent glass
C#m
I’ve seen this older place before
E (7th freat
And its life will never pass


D
I move into its half-light
A
And its hold is holding fast
C#m
It’s awake…
E
It's awake... Oh its awake

(solo)

F#m
Tiny, stuffy project place the stove-light glow adorns
C#m
Their faces pass, their skin burnt black they howl like a storm
E
And I see them through the screen it is dirty, it is torn
F#m
They scream and curse and cry…


F#m
There’s an Elm churchyard I watch myself inside
C#m
We’re laughing and we’re talking of how we conduct our lives
E
The north’s brutal daughter seduces raising her hips high
F#m
I open up my eyes…


Whoa!!!
A E F#m A EF#mE Bmin


F#m  E    Bmin        F#m
I fell into the blackest hole
F#m  E     Bmin   F#m
Lucidity was never know
F#m      E           BminF#m
In the world of half-lit catacombs
E                       F#m
Reverberating moonlight drones

outro
F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m E F#m

            
            
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