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Cynical Skin Chords

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Acoustic. Standard tuning. Capo 3rd fret.

Am                G
Talk candy in my ear.
Come on.
Come on.
F
I want your toxic, talk sick baby.
G
I know those gospel lips can change me.


Am                        G
Look to the right of my okay?
We got exhibit "A"
F
She.
           G
She ain't okay today.

Am
And to the left
The left of me,
G
We got exhibit "B"
F
Oh she's a mess,
to say the least.
G
She's got her daddy's
Money Money Money.

Am
Honey I think you should run.
                   G
I think you should run.


Am      G          F
Look oh Look around, You're lost
     G
but never found, no.
Am       G
6 feet below the ground,
 F                   G
where you avoid your problems.


Am                      G
Look right in front of me.
We got Exhibit "C"
F         G
Anorexic, obsessed with magazines.

Am
And when I look over here,
G
oh my god that's me in the mirror.
F
No no no ladies and gentlemen
            G
this is my fear.
My eyes and ears.

Am
Honey I think you should run.
                   G
I think you should run.


Am      G          F
Look oh Look around, You're lost
     G
but never found, no.
Am       G
6 feet below the ground,
F                    G
where you avoid your problems.

Am      G          F
Look oh Look around, You're lost
     G
but never found, no.
Am      G
6 feet below the ground,
F                    G
where you will never solve them. 

G
(I know you don't wanna' hear this but just listen)

Am
The last contendant.
G
Bad for us.
Bad for you.
F
This capillary root.
G
Could root up
All the little
Am
Puzzle peices
Of what you've been through.

G
Your hair all up in knots,
F
don't ever say you're not,
G
oh just a nothin'
Cause I swear downstairs you're somethin'

Am         G
Egotistic, cynical.
F
I'm gettin'
out of control.
G
Out of control.
Out of control.

Am      G          F
Look oh Look around, You're lost
     G
but never found, no.
Am       G
6 feet below the ground,
 F                   G
where you avoid your problems.


Am      G          F
Look oh Look around, You're lost
     G
but never found, no.
Am       G
6 feet below the ground,
 F                   G
where you will never solve them.

Am
Out of control.
I've got control
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