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Swingin Utters My Glass House G C G C
GWhile i sit alone in this room i've got cCrates full of Gsorrow even Cmore filled with sGhadows that i Amfish out and ridicule Cwhen i'm feeling lonely. G C G C G
I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction it's phenomenal and unprecedented it's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Chorus:
BmMr.Scribe, i write to Cyou Gpen and penchant aimed Amto pour over a fool Cleft with no more rhymes Ci'm poetically francGhised. C G C G
I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust i've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not? I'm not sure what sad is but listless i'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they either deceive or endear me [chorus]
i'm your littCle golden nugget collecting dust G bored witCh my own stale and directed thoughts G in a plCace where so much life and loves abound G it's aAmmazing how little tempts me C from my glass house. G C G C G