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So unEm7 sure, before it’s even A7 heard
Never conDmaj7 fident in a G single word
This Em7 bird, expert in the A7 absurd
Number Dmaj7 one in life that has G been deferred
It Em7 hurts this relentless introA7 vert
But inversion only Dmaj7 serves to put deserving on the G mind
So I keep my Em7 time, so far out of A7 line
And when the Dmaj7 day turns night, I can’t G help but
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Cry so Dmaj7 loudly, I slant deG voutly
Tell me what aDmaj7 bout me is built so G wrong?
There’s so much Dmaj7 passion. But more I’m G lacking
I wish that I could Dmaj7 c-c-c-c-c-c-c-G caw-
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But I Em7 falter on the forethoughtA7 , I keep on running
like a Dmaj7 chicken with its head cut G off
AchroEm7 matic twisted aeronautA7 . A birdbrain,
baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
Hit me with the Em7 flap down, crash into the A7 soft ground
Ain’t no Dmaj7 fellow feathers falling for a G freak
So put my Em7 neck up on the chopping blockA7 . A birdbrain,
baby, Dmaj7 I don’t think my head is coming G off
Baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
Baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop!
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So unEm7 sure, before it’s even A7 heard
I can’t Dmaj7 toe the border with my G eyes so blurred
This Em7 bird, constantly overA7 turned
Ten-time unDmaj7 witting champion of G being spurned
(So when you Em7 go, A7 I won’t cry)
‘Cause even Dmaj7 though it hurts, it’s the G thousandth time
Don’t Em7 stay, ’cause I don’t even A7 know what I’d do anyDmaj7 wayG
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I’m so damn Dmaj7 selfish, I can’t live G like this
So be my Dmaj7 witness, I won’t back G down
I’ll play the Dmaj7 hero, divide the G zero
So I wanna hear you Dmaj7 s-say… somethingG ?
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And I Em7 falter as an afterthoughtA7
I keep on running like a Dmaj7 chicken with its head cut G off
ApatheEm7 tic aching argonautA7 , A birdbrain,
baby, I Dmaj7 don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
Hit me with the Em7 flap down, crashing with a A7 loud sound
ApopleDmaj7 ctic and pathetic as can G be
I put my Em7 neck up on the chopping blockA7 A birdbrain,
baby, Dmaj7 I don’t think my head is coming G off
Baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
Can you tell Dmaj7 me if you think that I should G stop?
Baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
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In the Dmaj7 golden hour you G7 seem to know
no C fear Is it really Bm true?
That a Am bird like me could Dmaj7 never think like you?
Is my Dmaj7 ignorance just maG7 nufactured C dread?
When I’ve naught but Bm my pride
Can you Am take a look and
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And Em7 I falter as an afterthoughtA7
I keep on running like a Dmaj7 chicken with its head cut G off
A counterEm7 feited crooning cosmonautA7 . A birdbrain,
baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
Hit me with the Em7 flap down, mired in the A7 earthbound
Bilious Dmaj7 baby braying babble bent her G beak
I put my Em7 neck up on the chopping blockA7 . A birdbrain,
baby, Dmaj7 I don’t think my head is coming G off
Baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop
Baby, Dmaj7 tell me if you think that I should G stop?
Baby, Dmaj7 I don’t know when I’m supposed to G stop