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Verse 1:
E G#
Dead in the water, nothing left
F#m B
Except the stench of what has gone before
E G#
Make some coffee, drink it down
F#m B
And fix upon a pattern on the wall
C#m G#m F#m D C G
I stare at my face,
C#m G#m F#m
I stare at my face,
D C G
I know every trace
Chorus
G Em Am D G
And I make it hard to get along, get along with me
G Em Am D G
And I make it hard to get along, get along with me
Verse 2:
Bills and heartburn, pills and soaps
And flickin^Ò through the books you^Òve read before
Tears come easy, words come hard
But there really isn^Òt much to say no more
I stare at my face,
I stare at my face,
I know every trace
And I make it hard to get along, get along with me
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