Tiny Ruins - Priest With Ballons Chords

Stave 1:
    A                                               A/F#                   A/E
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------0--------|
B|-----2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2--------2-----|
G|-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------2-----------------2--|
D|--------2-----2-----2-----2-----2-----0-----0-----------0-----0-----0-----------2-----------|
A|--0-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------------2-----------------------0-----------------|

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(Verse 1)
A                    A/F#
Not regular party size;
A/E
Waves crash on either side.
A                   A/F#
He's wearing polypropylene,
A/E                                    A
Clutching at straws, holding onto string.
A                   A/F#
What was he looking for -
A/E
Truth, or was it Heaven?
A                   A/F#
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
A/E
So to speak?
A                   A/F#
He's put his helmet on,
A/E
Steps out, floats on into the sky,
A
Goodbye!
A/E
It's funny, but I can understand why:

(Chorus)
A                      A/F#
I want to live where the traffic controllers
A/E                A
Are ballet dancers,
    A/F#               A/E               A
And billboards painted over with colours;
    A/F#
Where unkindness is fined
A/E                A
In numbers of roses,
A/F#                        A/E
And nobody feels like taking the commons,

* from here on play the same chords, the song is only these 3 chords listed above*

(Verse 2)
A                               A/F#
While some were meant for sea, in tug-boats
A/E
'Round the shore's knee,
A
Milling with the sand,
A/F#              A/E
and always coming back to land ,
A
For others, up above
A/F#              A/E
Is all they care to think of,
A                             A/F#
Up there with the birds and clouds, and
A/E
Words don't follow.

D             E          A         A/F#
There are times when I sit down to tea,
D             E          A         A/F#
Some well-meaning companion will ask me,
D             E          A
How's it going with everything?
D
Quite nicely, but:

(Chorus)
A                      A/F#
I want to live where the traffic controllers
A/E                A
Are ballet dancers,
    A/F#               A/E               A
And billboards painted over with colours;
    A/F#
Where unkindness is fined
A/E                A
In numbers of roses,
A/F#                        A/E
And nobody feels like taking the commons,

(Verse 3)
A                        A/F#
'Though time has soldiered on,
A/E
I still think upon him;
A                     A/F#        A/E
Waging with the sky, he's crying Goodbye!
A
What was he looking for -
A/F#               A/E
Truth, or was it Heaven?
A                              A/F#
Or did he just want to go out with a bang,
A/E
So to speak?