F Gm
You, me, and all the kings and queens
Buried in the junkyard,
F Gm
And every time the herald Cherub sings
We rattle with the car parts
F Gm
I was born to lie here patiently
Be dragged on by the black star
F Gm
And you were told to glow majestically
And love until your hands bleed
F Gm
You stole your mother's whitest gown
Swallowed like a sunbeam
F Gm
And I stole your father's crusted crown
It shook us like a bad dream
F Gm
They warned to lie impatiently
Waiting for the big swing
F Gm
And you were more than dressing for a feast
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Eat until your teeth bleed
C Bb Am
Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
Bb Am
You look painfully true
Bb C
But I saw you cry
Bb C
Like you used to laugh
Bb C
When you looked around
Bb C
Were you looking back
Bb C
At a lonely love
Bb C
As to sprouting beans
Bb C
No one's quite as bloom
Bb C
As they play to be
Bb C
I would love to stay
Bb C
But my work is through
Bb C
I'm the truest song
Bb C
That was never true
*end on F
