Biografia:
Let me introduce you to the voice inside my head,
He's a matador dressed head to toe in red.
While he lives his life by the skin of his teeth,
Im just an acrobat trying to land on my two feet
He asked me if Im tired of tipping toes on tight rope wires,
Treading the lion's den and barely making rent.
We could go anywhere, we could be anything,
Don't you wish that you were more than just a puppet on a string?
He said you're just another animal tied up to a leash,
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Im pretty sure about everything except the E in the chorus
[Intro]
Dm
[Verse]
Am C G
I swear you learned to cry from a crocodile
F Dm
One tear for every time, you meant to smile.
Am C G
Stomping both your feet like a marching band
F Dm
You found another man, It didn't go to plan
Am C G
You've broke down like the bricks in the Berlin Wall
F Dm
You say you miss me after all, oh twist of fate!
[Chorus]
A Dm Am F
Too late, As you scream my name out loud.
E
You don't look so proud.
[Verse]
Am C G
When all your drugs are smoked, you're burnt down to the roach
F Dm
While all your friends get stoned, you're on your own.
Am C G
Your face is flushed with wine, red as St. Valentine
F Dm
You're caked-up like a concubine, what can I say?
[Chorus]
A Dm Am F
It's too late, As you scream my name out loud
E
You don't look so proud.
[Ending]
Am C G
I swear you learnt to cry from a crocodile
F Dm
One tear for every time, you meant to smile;
[Intro]
Dm
[Verse]
Am C G
I swear you learned to cry from a crocodile
F Dm
One tear for every time, you meant to smile.
Am C G
Stomping both your feet like a marching band
F Dm
You found another man, It didn't go to plan
Am C G
You've broke down like the bricks in the Berlin Wall
F Dm
You say you miss me after all, oh twist of fate!
[Chorus]
A Dm Am F
Too late, As you scream my name out loud.
E
You don't look so proud.
[Verse]
Am C G
When all your drugs are smoked, you're burnt down to the roach
F Dm
While all your friends get stoned, you're on your own.
Am C G
Your face is flushed with wine, red as St. Valentine
F Dm
You're caked-up like a concubine, what can I say?
[Chorus]
A Dm Am F
It's too late, As you scream my name out loud
E
You don't look so proud.
[Ending]
Am C G
I swear you learnt to cry from a crocodile
F Dm
One tear for every time, you meant to smile;
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