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[Verse 1]
F
  There's orange and yellow on the paintbrush
                                      Am
It's sort of mellow, but the same rush
                                  G
I taste the ocean on my taste buds
                 C
But I can make a poem with the same tongue
F
  O-range all around, Cobain stompin' ground
                                              Am
No rain's fallen down, old flames all 'a drown
                          Am
I'm allowed a few low day fallin' outs
G                      C
Mourning a man that my gold chain honors now
F
  Mellow Yello's got the blues
F
I'm green with all this envy, cause this fellow got marooned
     Am
I've read all the white lies left in the twilight
G                             C
Purrs-pulled from kitties who bellow at the moon
     F
So I choose, to keep a tangerine with the tambourine
F
Apathy is absentee ballot when I crack a cheese
Am
Smile, there's no masterpiece styled
      G                    C
In an afternoon, I have to use the Stanley Kub
           F
There's no Full Metal Jacket
F
It's quite right enough to hide my own kettle's blackness
  Am                                       G
A low-level blacksmith, so orange its clockwork
    C
And there's no choice but onward
F
Yeah, he said whatever takes the weight off
                                                   Am
Raindrops drive you crazy if they hit the same spot
            Am
So I go opposite of still
G                               C                         F
When I'm feeling blue until the opposites reveal that I'm orange


[Hook]
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All of it is a dream
  Am                    G  C
I make it up, but it's real
F              Am
All of it is a dream
F           Am
Want you to see
                 G  C
I want to believe
F              Am    F
All of it is a dream
  Am                    G  C
I make it up, but it's real
F
All of it is a dream
                 Am                 G
I want you to see, I want to believe
C         F
I wanna believe


[Verse 2]
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There's orange and yellow in my eyelids
                                  Am
It's sort of mellow, but I like it
                                 G
So bright and vibrant I might go blind
             C                 F
If I don't adjust to my climate
F
Mount Olympus, I'll climb it
                                Am
No Sisyphus exists in my mindset
   G         Am
Mind set to detonate if
   G                C                  N.C.
I step incorrect, expressin' my violets
        F
Purple Haze and some Kurt Cobain
                                      Am
Got me doing flips like it's Cirque Soleil
                          Am
Slow-motion at a turtle's pace
       G                          C                         F
I'm so Punxsutawney Phil when I'm still in a recurrin' state
                                     F
And each day is the same as the last one
                                    Am
Fatal attraction, waves to a captain
    G                             Am
O-range turned grey from my atoms
    G                      C
And threw it to the skies above, April showers


[Hook]
F
All of it is a dream
  Am                    G  C
I make it up, but it's real
F              Am
All of it is a dream
F           Am
Want you to see
                 G  C
I want to believe
F              Am    F
All of it is a dream
  Am                    G  C
I make it up, but it's real
F
All of it is a dream
                 Am                 G
I want you to see, I want to believe
C         F
I wanna believe