Tom: C
Introdução:
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I feel crooked a-gain
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At much expense to my friends
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I?m pullin' on my neck
Bb F
I?m pullin' my own teeth out
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And when night turns to day,
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I sus-pect I'll have to pay
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For some mistake that was made
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I hope you choke to death, ma'am
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You made me spill on my shirt
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Do you know who I am?
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Be-neath your feet is dirt
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And be-neath the dirt is me
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Through a straw, I breathe