Cifras
Troubled Mine

Tom: A

Introdução:

Am  G  F  Dm  G  
Am  
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
Am                                                                                                                                 Dm  
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
                                                                                                                Am  
Now she's very angry cause they say she's lost the plot
                                                                                                        G                         F  
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
                                                                  Am                              Em         F  
Cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
Am  
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
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It's for the kids who have low self esteem
                                                                          Am  
They've got no concept of reality
                                                                     G                 F  
Living their lives inside a fantasy
                                                                  Am                                    Em    F  
Cause they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Dm                                                                                              C              G  
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Dm                                                                                    C                 G  
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Dm                      Am                                                                 Em  Dm  C  
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Dm                 C                                              G                                         F  
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Em  G  Dm  C  
Ooh...
Am  
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
                                                                             Dm  
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
                                                                     Am  
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
                                                             G                                                              F  
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
                                                     Am                                 Em    F  
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Am  
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Am  
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be
Dm  
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
        Am  
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
G                                                 F  
Life will pass him by
                                                     Am                                 G      F  
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Dm                                                                                              C              G  
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Dm                                                                                    C         G  
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Dm                      Am                                                                 Em  Dm  C  
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Dm                 C                                              G                                         F  
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Dm                                                                                         C                         G  
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
Dm                                                                                      C            G  
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Dm                         Am                                                                 Em  Dm  C  
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Dm                 C                                              G                                         F  
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Em  G  Dm  C  
Ooh...
Thanks guys!