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GYou got a sense ofC humorG your ownC misery GI heard aC rumorG you're making historCy GPhotographicC dialogG beneath your Cskin GTwenty graphicC episodesG and sceaming Csin.
AmReal Clive bleeding Gfingers, Amand brokenC guitar Gstrings.
You were my prince charming draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming and raw and exposed Shattered nerves itchy skin Dirty words and heroin Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings I climbed all the way inside your tragedy I got behind the majesty Of the different shapes in every note The endless tapes of every word you wrote Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings