INTRO: F#m

#1.
F#m
We live in plastic rooms and plastic 
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houses and plastic towns.
E                     A
And even the sky is a plastic ceiling 
C#7
painted blue.
    F#m
The streets with plastic trees are so 
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unreal, they bring you down.
E                             C#7
And it sounds so plastic when people say..

how do you do?

CHORUS:
F#m                 D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
    Dm                        A        C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m                           D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
    Dm                            C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.

#2.
   F#m                                D
We dress in plastic clothes, we go in droves.. 

but where can we go?
E                 A             C#7      F#m
Living in the sky is not living high..we leave 
F#m                         D
the land behind..its broken sky..I wonder why?
E                                        C#7
Oh, some day we will turn to plastic and surely 

we will die.

CHORUS:
F#m                 D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
    Dm                        A        C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m                           D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
    Dm                            C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.

CHORUS:
F#m                 D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
    Dm                        A        C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m                           D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
    Dm                            C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.

OUTRO:
F#m                 D
Fly me to the earth where the grass is green..
    Dm                        A        C#7
and birds can be seen, that's Paradise.
F#m                           D
Fly me to the earth where the flowers grow..
    Dm                            C#7
and where the rivers flow, that's nice.