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Introduction: A E A E A E B E
E A E
On the twenty-first day, the sun didn't hate me
E B
The food wasn't angry, the bed didn't sigh
E E7 A E
The ceiling said it's possible I might get my looks back
E B A E
On the twenty-first day of my stay here
E A E
On the twenty-first day, I danced to the twelve-step
E B
Examined, admitted I'm powerless too
E E7 A E
Sang the one about the spring the cat ran away
E B A E
On the twenty-first day of my court-ordered stay here
B A E
The punk and the priest and the real estate agent
B A E
The girl with no teeth and the shaking Marine
B A E
The Serbian Deadhead who wears his sunglasses
E B A
So no one can see at my eyes
B A E
In for three weeks or in for forever
B A E
Here at the 17th Street Treatment Centre
B A E
Most of us probably not getting better
E B A E
But not getting better together