Lies About the Sky

The moon bakes all my dough
Who buys it I don't know
The bread they make there
Tastes like thin air

Heaven is above the sun
Much too high
Than I can see

Heaven, stars form a gun
Hope its not
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For the verse play thebit but strum rather tahn pick through it
The "solo" part is just the verse part played hard with a variation in
Strumming