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Ecstasy

By Jeetisha Dutt


CHORDS- G, D, C, Em, Am


When you’re lost in thought desperation, (G)

And time does forward roll. (D)

When in this new generation, (G)

You’re a lone different soul . (D)

When the crowd stumbles everywhere, (G)

Why do you try move along? (D)

Yes, you’re a different entity, (D)

Why what does make it wrong?     (Am, C)


To be just a little different. (C)

To be your very own self. (D)

To be a flying white dove that in fantasy does delve. (G, Am, C)

To have the zeal inside your heart, Euphoria to define. (D)

To lose yourself in ecstasy of music so divine.        (C, G)


To the ones blinded by the dark, (G)

You lend a helping hand. (D)

Oh, the simple kindness in your heart, (G)

Does day by day expand. (D)


Like a diamond you shine dazzling bright, (G)

Casting away the haze. (D)

You yourself are your guiding light, (D)

Through this eternal maze.   (Am, C)


You’re Extraordinary, Exceptional, (G)

Uncommon, Unconventional, (D)

A shining star, You’re simply special.   (Am, C)


When you are meant to stand out, (C)

Why do you try fit in? (D)

Being just the same you’re capable of each and everything.(G,Am,C)

And to have the zeal inside your heart, Euphoria to define, (D)

To lose yourself in ecstasy of music so divine.       (C, G)


Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh oh oh oh oh.  (G,Am,G)

Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh, Whoah oh oh oh oh oh oh.  (G,Am,G)


To have the zeal inside your heart, Euphoria to define, (Em, G)

To lose yourself in ecstasy of music so divine.       (Em, D, C)


To have the zeal inside your heart, Euphoria to define, (D)

To lose yourself in ecstasy of music so divine. (C,G)


By Jeetisha Dutt



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Saurabh Dutt
Saurabh Dutt
Dec 11, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Magical Melody

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Debashree Dutta
Debashree Dutta
Dec 09, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Lovely song

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