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D#Sad as a story, my rainy A#day girl Sat on her hands in a sugar-free world Mimed in a million video games Bad to the bone like the garbage she's made
FmAnd the world is cD#alling you FmLike a stranger stD#alling for you FmLike the pollen faD#lling Falling for C#youG# A#
Caught like a bug in a jar by the door Sat like a specimen made to perform She sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs Bad to the bone like the garbage inside She cries
FmAnd the world is cD#alling you FmLike a stranger stD#alling for you FmLike the pollen faD#lling Falling for C#youG# A#
G#And the world is cD#alling Like a stranger stalling Like the pollen there falling Falling for C#you G# A#
Sad as a story, my rainy day girl Sat on her hands in a saccharine world And I'm just someone who remembers her name Bad to the bone like the garbage she's made And the world is calling you Like a stranger stalling for you Like the pollen falling Falling for you Round the kerbs they're crawling Round the backstreets they're bawling Down the escalators they're falling Falling for you