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EmOff she trots to the psychiatric hospit... All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to Amlaugh a lot Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's Emlost the plot And she's laughing in the mirror at herD paper dreCss 'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled B7mind
EmRosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack It's for the kids who have low sAmelf esteem They've got no concept of reEmality Living their lives inside aD fantasCy Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled B7minds
Am Wipe the white golden dust into theseG broken Dhands Am Must depend on a friend that will GundersDtand Am Like the glEmitter making love to the GgleDam Am Just reEmmember things aren't Galways what theyD seem
EmPeter Pan could not admit he had become a man He smashed the mirror into a Ammillion bits Now all he seems to do is Emstare and sit Painting pictures of a Dlife that he'll never fiAmnd Inside his troubled mind, troubled B7minds
EmThere's a sweet little guy called Mars Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be Am
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
He Emhides his secrets deep within his woolen socks D Life will pass him by Am Inside his troubled mind, troubled B7minds
Am Wipe the white golden dust into theseG broken Dhands Am Must depend on a friend that will GundersDtand Am Like the glEmitter making love to the GgleDam Am Just reEmmember things aren't Galways what theyD seem
Am We can kill for the dust we need toG fill these Dhands Am Can't depend on a friend that willG underDstand Am Hate the glEmitter, we have murdered the GdreaDm Am Just reEmmember things are Galways what they Dseem
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