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Introduction: D A
G D A
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
Bm
I always used to bust into her hand
G D A Bm
In my, my, my imagination
G D A
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Bm
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
G D A
And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah
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And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
A Bm
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
G D A
In my, my, my imagination
G D A
So many cringes and heroin binges,
A Bm
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
G D A
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
Em G A
Enough about me now
Em G A
"You gotta talk about the people, baby"
Em G A
But that's kind of the idea
Bm A
At home, somewhere I don't like
G D
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
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Coming to her lookalikes
Bm A
I can't get the language right
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Just tell me what's unladylike
G D A
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Bm
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
G D A
Writing about their ejaculations
G D
"I like my men like I like my coffee
A Bm
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody"
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Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah
Em G A
A Xanax and a Newport
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"Well I take care of my kids", she said
Bm A
The worst inside of us begets
G D
That feeling on the internet
G
It's like someone intended it
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(Like advertising cigarettes)
Bm A
A diamond in the rough begets
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The diamond with a scruff you get
G D
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Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
A Bm
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
G D A
Calling his ego imagination?
G D A
I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
Bm
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
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It's kind of my daily iteration
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