Everytime I Wake Up Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Information Supe[C]rhighway, crawling
out around [Am]the world
[Bm]You go your way, I'll go my way,
[G]I'm liv[C]ing in a different world
So [Em]much useless information,
[C]meant to stultify my [Am]mind
[Bm]Stifles my [G]imagination [C]in

[Verse 2]
this sea of humankind.
[Am]Tomorrow is another day
But we are here tonight
[A]Trust in our love and let it be

[Verse 3]
[G]
Every [D]time that I wake [Em]up,
I drink [C]the potion from the [G]cup
And I [D]awaken from [Em]this sleep[C][G]
In the mo[D]ment I can [Em]see,
in the mo[C]ment I [G]am free
Every [D]time that I wake [Em]up

[Verse 4]
[Em]Cybernetic generation,
all [C]the little girls and [Am]boys
[Bm]Virtual communication,
[G]pla[C]ying with their little toys
[Em]Ritual without devotion,
virtu[C]al real[Am]ity
[Bm]Sound and vision, no emotion,
[G]psycho[C] babble apathy

[Verse 5]
[Am]And now we're sitting in the sun
Love comes out of the blue
[A]Trust in our love and let it be

[Verse 6]
[G]
Every [D]time that I wake [Em]up,
I drink the po[C]tion from [G]the cup
And I [D]awaken from [Em]this sleep[C][G]
In the mo[D]ment I can [Em]see,
in the mo[C]ment [G]I am free
Every [D]time that I wake [Em]up

[Verse 7]
[D#]
When I'm lost inside the beauty
of [G]a melody
A window opens and I know
that's where I want [D#]to be
Like the sound of falling snow
[Cm]Awakes the magic in my h[D]eart

[Verse 8]
[Em]Driving through Nevada City,
on my way to God [C]knows [Am]where
[Bm]This old town, it sure looks pretty,
[G]I j[C]ust got to stop and stare
[Em]Lookin' at an old church steeple,
it's [C]got stories it could [Am]tell
[Bm]In a world of sleeping people,
[G]no [C]one ever hears the bell

[Verse 9]
[Am]Tomorrow is another day
But we are here tonight
[A]Trust in our love and let it be
[G]

[Verse 10]
Every [D]time that I wake [Em]up , I drink
the potion from the cup
And I awaken [C]from this sleep
In the moment I can see, in the mo
[G]ment I am free
Every [D]time that I [Em]wake up
[C]Every time that I wake up
Every time that I wake [Am]up

[Verse 11]
[Em]What (or who) is left out of the picture of the world we are in when the world itself is portrayed as if nothing [C]but "pure cybernetic [Am]processes?" And what haunts this most powerful of [Em]late twentieth- century theoretical- fictions? The answer,
according to Norbert Wiener, is [C]the "evil" of [Am]chaos - the noise of disorganized forms and the entropic er[Em]osion of workable boundaries between subjects in communicative flux.
[C][Am]

[Verse 12]
[Em]Information Superhighway
Crawling [C]out around [Am]the world
[Em]