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F#m
Iâve got my same old nose and no cheekbones.
A D
Iâve got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe.
F#m
Theyâve got seven floors, one on the east coast.
A Bm E
Why they grin so wide, theyâve got their visions no one knows.
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F#m
I think Iâm on the bright side.
D A E
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
F#m
I hope Iâm on the bright side.
D A E
What beauty is today is a fake from whatâs inside.
F#m A D Bm
My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws, while their lips enlarged in a constant pout.
F#m D A E
Theyâre the types of girls who hide their wedding rings, if it doesnât match their clothes.
F#m
Theyâve got their visions no one knows.
Bm E
And why weâre patient no one knows.
F#m
I think Iâm on the bright side.
D A E
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
F#m
I hope Iâm on the bright side.
D A E
What beauty is today is a fake from whatâs inside.
F#m A
Learn to let go of tired skin.
Bm D
Itâs just a fence to hold me in.
A E
I ask for a closing statement.
F#m Bm
I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into.
F#m
Weâre the most modern man machines.
E
Under our masks not what we seem.
F#m E A Bm
We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs.
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â Bm â A â D â E â Bm
F#m
I think Iâm on the bright side.
D A E
Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time.
F#m
I hope Iâm on the bright side.
D A E
What beauty is today is a fake from whatâs inside.
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F#m
Iâve got my same old nose and no cheekbones
F#m A
My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws
F#m
Theyâve got seven floors, one on the east coast.
F#m D
Theyâre the types of girls who hide their wedding rings
F#m
I think Iâm on the bright side
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