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I'm really not sure, if these chords are right... but they work, actually :)
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Capo on 3rd fret


C                 Am
I saw a girl with my own eyes
C                      Am
I cried out, I feared for my life
C                  Am
She turned into my mother then
C                  Am
They call it a dream


C                 Am
In the pursuit of happiness
C                 Am
Not asking for perpetual bliss
C                    Am
Some peace and quiet would do fine
C                  Am
They call it a dream


C                    Am                C
Tell me the meaning, what do you control
            F         D
Is there anything at all?
C                   Am             C
We feed our hunger, clothe our cold
                F         D
We're just idealistic animals


F C G Am  2x


C                 Am
He took a wife, a wife for life
C                     Am
But he still feels dissatisfied
C               Am
He took a lover on the side
C                 Am
He had to hurt you


C                 Am
A bonfire in your yard tonight
C                        Am
The flames are green and burning bright
C                  Am
An axe inside the chair you like
C                  Am
She had to hurt you


C                    Am                C
Tell me the meaning, what do you control
            F         D
Is there anything at all?
C                   Am             C
We feed our hunger, clothe our cold
                F         D
We're just idealistic animals


F C G Am  2x


C                    Am
We like to feel like we are free
C                    Am
We make up something to believe
C                  Am
Not that it has to be the truth
C                 Am
Maybe now and then


C                  Am
This is a struggle to survive
C                     Am
The struggle lived of equal die
C                        Am
There's no such thing as paradise
C                 Am
Maybe now and then



C                    Am                C
Tell me the meaning, what do you control
            F         D
Is there anything at all?
C                   Am             C
We feed our hunger, clothe our cold
                F         D
We're just idealistic animals