Intro
D A E E
[Verse]
D A
Counting ticks from the clock
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It's a morning too modest
D A
She's finding parts of my face
E E
Funny looking and anxious
[Pre-Chorus]
D A E
It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
D A E E
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend
[Chorus]
D
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
A
She falls flat on the bed again
E
Mutters something about the end
E D
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I on the other hand
A
I feel fine with the way I am
E
I awoke to her elegance
E D
I've figured out a way to make amends
[Instrumental]
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D A E E
[Verse]
D A
"Could you cut open all of my chest
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I'm already too restless
D A
Of course I'm feeling depressed
E E
Find a way we could use it"
[Pre-Chorus]
D A E E
It's a cruel world before the eyes of these posh innocents
D A E E
I would use her to stay alive if the ground were to bend
[Chorus]
D
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
A
She falls flat on the bed again
E
Mutters something about the end
E D
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I on the other hand
A
I feel fine with the way I am
E
I awoke to her elegance
E D
I've figured out a way to make amends
[Instrumental]
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D A E E
[Bridge]
D A
My my my
E
We're pretenders
E
We're beaming
D
We're the signs of our time
A
My my
E E
Oh whatever
[Chorus]
D
And baby pulls her hair for a Vicodin
A
She falls flat on the bed again
E
Mutters something about the end
E D
While covering her eyes with both her hands
I on the other hand
A
I feel fine with the way I am
E
I awoke to her elegance
E D
I've figured out a way to make amends
[Outro]
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