Tono: A
Introducción:
Aand Gstrings
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And I have lived in a junkyard, where the weeds eat up the rain
Am
You get anything there, you are out of place
Am
You know there's hell to pay
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And say, "You're are sick, as you are lovely
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And in need of a hand"
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He tells me, you are never worthy
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But I was just a child you see, that's my reality
He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed with a breast plate made of metal