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EMy brain makes drugs to Akeep me slow A Ehilarious joke for some Adead pharaoh But Enow, not even the masons Aknow What Edrug will keep night from Acoming
E E7 C#m A Am
AThere are so many tools that are made for my hands But the Etide smashes all my best-Alaid plans to Dsand And there's Ealways someone to say it's Aeasy for me But I revEenged myself allE7 over myself There's C#mnothing you can Asay to Amme E
You never held it at the Aright Eangle EYou never held it at the Aright Eangle ECatch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling C#mstar
But wash your hands of it
ECatch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling C#mstar Because you can't hold it
E E7 C#m A Am (x2)
ADid they Epoison my food? Is it Acause I'm a girl? If I Epuked up some sonnets, would you Acall me a miracle? EI'm gonna go where my urge Aleads no more ESwallowed, waist-deep, in the Agore of the forest A Eboreal feast, let it finish me, please Cause I revenged myself allE7 over myself There's C#mnothing you can Ado to Amme E
You never held it at the Aright Eangle EYou never held it at the Aright Eangle ECatch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling C#mstar
But wash your hands of it
ECatch a, catch a, catch a, catch a falling C#mstar Because you can't hold it
EYou never held it at the Aright Eangle EYou never held it at the Aright Eangle
EYou never held it E7You never held it C#mYou never held it, Aoh.Am.. EYou never held it E7You never held it C#mYou never held it, Aoh.Am.. EYou never held it E7You never held it C#mYou never held it, Aoh.Am..
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