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Fuck Was I

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G                              D                    Am      C  
Love grows in me like a tumor,
G                      D                    Am                      C  
parasites bent on devouring its host.
                G                    D                    Am         C  
I'm developing my sense of humor,
G                              D                      Am                                    C  
till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
G                            D                            Am                                 C  
till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
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C                                                         Am  
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
C                                                                              Am  
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.
                              C                                  G  D  Am  C  
What the fuck was I thinking?
  Verse 2
G                                         D                    Am         C  
Love plows through me like a dozer,
G                                 D                         Am            C  
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
                             G                    D                         Am            C  
and there's always a big mess left over.
G                              D    Am                            C  
What did you do?    What did you say?
                G                         D                 Am                    C  
With what did you do and what did you say?
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C                                                         Am  
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
C                                                                                 Am  
maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.
                         C                                  G  D  Am  C  
What the fuck was I thinking?
                                                                          G    D  Am  C  
What the fuck was I thinking?
                                                                          G      D  Am  C  
What the fuck was I thinking?
  Verse 3
G                              D                      Am      C  
Love tears me up like a demon.
G                      D                    Am                                 C  
Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
                     G                              D                         Am         C  
and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
        G                                    D                            Am                                 C  
If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
        G                                         D                              Am(Nº  
If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
Repeat Chorus 1
G                 D      Am      C  
Oh it's so embarrasing
                          G            D      Am      C  
I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,
                  G                                    D                    Am            C  
and I'm running out of places to hide
                  G                                    D                    Am            C  
and I'm running out of places to hide
G                                                    D                            Am            C  
                                                                                                                                                                        C