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J A M E S B L U N T
O u t o f m y m i n d.
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GmJudging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll Amjudge me by the fact that my Bbface don't fit.
GmIt's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's Amwaiting for the day when Bbhe gets me,
FBut I don't need no Amalibi - I'm a pDmuppet on a stringBb.
FI just need thisAm stage to be Dmseen. Bb
FWe all need a pAmantomime to remDmind us what is rBbeal.
Hold my Feye and kAmnow what it mDmeans. Bb
[ refrain : Dm - Bb - F - C ]
I'm out of my mind.
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Won't you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real'
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.
I'm out of my mind.
Chords by simon.
simon@ouedagency.com