IntroDbVerse 1Db
Ain't I fair, ain't I kind, and I'??m paid to feel fine
AbmB
but I haven't spent a dime since I met you
Db
Your breasts are like two wrists that I handcuffed to my dick
AbmB
in a subculture of love and refraction
ChorusDbmGb
And I die every morning again,
BAbm
Me at my worst is fun for them
DbmGb
And I die with a feeding tube
DbmGb
While you try to fix my blues
Verse 2Db
Your city's so unclean in a Washington machine
AbmB
and your face is like a cage and two of them
Db
And your sentiment is gone and it's now enslaved by gods
AbmB
while I strum my broken legs like a banjo
ChorusDbmGb
And I die every morning again,
BAbm
Me at my worst is fun for them
DbmGb
And I die with a feeding tube
DbmGb
While you try to fix my blues
BridgeDbmAbDbm
But when I feel my heart retract into my soul
AGb
It makes an ego seem more valuable than gold
ChorusDbmGb
And I die every morning again,
BAbm
Me at my worst is fun for them
DbmGb
And I die with a feeding tube
DbmGb
While you try to fix my blues
OutroDbAbmB
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