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N.C. (Oh, she was too beautiful for her own good) Bb Gm Born from the eggshells she walked on Cm F Her mom raped by the gods Bb Gm Who made autonomy a luxury Cm F Her life (into) etiological Bb Gm Cm F Myths for the antithesis of Panhellenic good Cm F Bb If she could stop a war, Olympus knows she would Bb Gm And she was beautiful and vulnerable Cm F Her youth in high demand Bb Gm But couldn't fall for you if she wanted to Cm F She belonged to gods and men Eb F Love to her was quartered horses, D7 Gm Broken oaths, and rotten fruit Eb F Bb Does that sound like love to you? Eb 'Cause we've been fucking mean Bb D Gm We're elitist, we're as flawed as any church Cm Bb Face that launched a thousand ships D Gm "Ancient" does not dissolve the hurt Cm F A golden apple tore her life in two, D Gm But the only thing she got to taste was blood Eb F Bb And our Chicago-style blame Gm Cm F Bb Oh, she's so traumatized it makes me wanna cry N.C. She never Eb Bb D Gm Wanted you, liked you, or loved you, get real Eb Bb D Gm You were all Achilles and she was his fucking heel Eb Bb You craved death and placed bets D7 Gm Didn't care how she'd feel Cm F Bb She's not stupid! She's abused.