Tom: C
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I fried my head, I'm not a brunette
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I'm a down and dusky blonde
F C
I am living in a tree
F C
When I lie in bed I see
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Beyond my lover's head the moon, I hear the rain
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I am conscious of my voice
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as a tool it's more demure
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Than your friend the singing queen
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With her matinee good looks
F C
She talks like talking from a book
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I speak the language of my village, of my street
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But I need a friend and I choose you
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I tell you the way I feel
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The truth is crushing like a heel
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I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
C
Tell me tales of punk rockin' girls
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It's a dim and distant page
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But I mostly blame my age
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Please make allowances for me. I do not see.
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It's a drag that you're getting old
F C
I love to think about the year
F C
When we sobbed and then we cheered
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The town deserted like a film
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Your torso crushing me
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Into the country and the tunnels and the fields
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But I need a friend and I choose you
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I tell you the way I feel
F C
The truth is crushing like a heel
F C G
I will forget the kiss and feel if you will too
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I read a book a day like an apple
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But I did not eat
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And so the doctor came to me
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He said a woman does not live
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By the printed word forgive yourself and eat
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Autumn sped along outside
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Trick photography on speed
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I was locked inside a room
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They made a deal, they would control
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The simple things like bodies but I kept my soul
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When I needed someone I chose you
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Because the fledgling soul awakes
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And on the balcony she quakes
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And she is waiting for the sign
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And when the brother does not come
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And when the sister's much too young, she chooses you