Intro: C/E - Em - B7 - Bm7
         C/E - Em - Bm7 - Em

C/E                Em
    It can't pay attention
B7                  Bm7
What slips into the system
        C/E                   Em
A light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep
Bm7                       Em
Don't sympathize with the mystery disease


C/E                Em
    All it is is a feeling
B7                    Bm7
Pain in a dress too revealing
       C/E                     Em
A lost bond, an old friend who likes what it sees
     Bm7                Em   
You can't shake off the mystery disease


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C/E               Em
    Lovers in a past life
B7                                   Bm7
Meet in the street close to midnight
         C/E                        Em
A last look, sweet like the end of a dream
         Bm7                  Em
Then fall back into the mystery disease


C/E                  Em
    Go on, tell your symptoms to me
    B7                      Bm7
It's not in any of the books you can read
          C/E                         Em
It's no fun to face what you don't get to be
      Bm7                            Em
But what's one more to the mystery disease?


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C/E                 Em
     Floating impatience
B7                     Bm7
Snuffs my limited sapience
         C/E                              Em
Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released
Bm7                           Em
Deep space sighs, the Mystery Disease


C/E                        Em
     Consumed by a weakness
B7                        Bm7
Cut with perpetual unrest
            C/E                  Em
You see stars, sunsets blurred through a screen
Bm7                         Em
Trap what you want, waste what you need


C/E                                  Em
  And when the west wind sweeps through the leaves
B7                         Bm7
Emperors of history fall to their knees
         C/E                          Em
Small fronds can't see the wood for the trees
Bm7                          Em
Left in the dust of the mystery disease