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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 Dm 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!
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