intro: 5—8th time is in backround
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intro: lead bass
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then...

intro pt.2: distortion with high tone...
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verse: 3 measures of rest and then
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chorus:
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bridge:
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and thats it...jsut random notes at the end and annoying screech, but thats all...

lyrics...
look into a dumb*** past, of john, and jane, lifes plain, sun drove them insane, john
went to the well of hell caught under its spell, then he fell representing the expell
of all life...hahaha john died and died alone, on a stone called a rip of my own
tone, i
feel the sun shone, brigfhtly and hot, the muthaf***in sun can make ya sumthin yur
not.........keep
it comin till its gone, this is john and janes song...(2x).........i look into the
tucked
f***ed future at hand, fulfillin demands, givin by the master of man, givin some
boundaries
that i bend in my plan, f***in existence of the ku klux klan, call me sumthin and
i'll strike
the scene, like a viatnese, livin to his kerosene...guillotine crushin teens of
taichi,
livin up to nothin except deletion of machines.........keep it comion til its gone,
who the hell's puttin there music before there god.........(2x)...........i just
see the lgith shine, escapin the timeline, gold mine, crushed and left to find,
pieces
of gold memories from the mind, of a revolutionary cultural bind, f***
it........(choruses)......