Verse:
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I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
B F# E
Busted tooth and a smile
B F# E
And cigarette ashes in her drink
B F# E
The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
B F# E
The kind that goes out on her
B F# E
To give me a reason, for well, I dunno
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