Am C G You are one of god's mistakes, you crying tragic waste of skin I'm well aware of how it aches and you still won't let me in. Now I'm breaking down your door to try and save your swollen face Though I don't like you anymore you lying trying waste of space You were mother nature's son, someone to whom I could relate You're needle and your damage done remains a sorted twisted of fate Now I'm trying to wake you up to pull you from the liquid sky Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your songs that say goodbye Am C G My oh my, a song to say goodbye A song to say F C Before our innosence was lost you were always one of those blessed with lucky sevens G And the voice that made me cry
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