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Marina & the Diamonds
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- Hermit The Frog
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- I Am Not A Robot
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- Lies (better Version)
- Life Is Strange
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- Mowglis Road
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- Obsessions
- Oh No!
- Orange Trees
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- Roots
- Superstar
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- To Be Human
- True
- You
- Are You Satisfied?
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- Mowgli’s Road
- Primadonna
- Starring Role
- The State Of Dreaming
- Valley Of The Dolls
- Bad Kidz
- Blindfold Me
- Boyfriend
- Cant Pin Me Down
- Daddy Was A Sailor
- Electra Heart
- Evol
- Forget
- Gold
- Guilty
- Happy Meal
- Horror Pop
- Im A Ruin
- Im Not Hungry Anymore
- Immortal
- Jealousy
- Just Desserts
- Living Dead
- Lonely Bones
- Miss Y
- Oh No
- Outsider
- Perfect
- Philosopher My Arse
- Plastic Rainbow
- Power And Control
- Radioactive
- Rootless
- Savages
- Seventeen
- Sex Yeah
- Shampain
- Silver Walls
- Simplify
- Sinful
- Solitaire
- Starlight
- Starstrukk
- The Family Jewels
- This Is La
- Troubled Mind
- Troubled Mine
- Weeds
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CAPO 5
Em
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
Am
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
Em
Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot
D C
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
B7
'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
Em
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
Am
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
Em
They've got no concept of reality
D C
Living their lives inside a fantasy
B7
Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Am G D
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Am G D
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Am Em G D
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Am Em G D
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Em
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
Am
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
Em
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
D Am
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
B7
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Em
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Am
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
Em
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
D Am
Life will pass him by
B7
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Am G D
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Am G D
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Am Em G D
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Am Em G D
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Am G D
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
Am G D
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Am Em G D
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Am Em G D
Just remember things are always what they seem
D Em D Em
Oooooohh Oooooohh
D
Em
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
Am
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
Em
Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot
D C
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
B7
'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
Em
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
Am
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
Em
They've got no concept of reality
D C
Living their lives inside a fantasy
B7
Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Am G D
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Am G D
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Am Em G D
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Am Em G D
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Em
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
Am
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
Em
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
D Am
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
B7
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Em
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Am
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
Em
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
D Am
Life will pass him by
B7
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Am G D
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Am G D
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Am Em G D
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Am Em G D
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Am G D
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
Am G D
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Am Em G D
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Am Em G D
Just remember things are always what they seem
D Em D Em
Oooooohh Oooooohh
D
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