Tom: A
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A E D
What lesson were you trying to teach?
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Was it happiness is always slightly out of reach
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or that I cannot subsist without any sleep
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Or that I am a whale lying dead on a beach
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Well I don't think you can practice the bullshit you preach
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Because you are a doctor, drinking Clorox bleach
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And you'll be dead on my grass by morning point
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A E D
Some manure to feed the flowers
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because I am no longer counting hours
A E D
This song is the cap on a bottle of power
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that you can die hoping you will not devour
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Because you are not a fucking princess,
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you are a car with a dead battery
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Now that my life is no longer a mess,
F#m D E
all the pieces are falling into place
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A E D F#m D Bm A
