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A G#m G F#m B A G#m E A G#m G F#m I ought not complain so much, I always find a reason B A G#m E To be ungrateful for the gorgeous things you’ve laid inside my garden A G#m G F#m I ought not find little things to dance with in the ballroom B A G#m E Of the inside of the madness of my tiny brain apartment A G#m G F#m Isn’t “want” a funny thing, to be alive and well in spring B A G#m E It’s not enough to have a frigerator full, of fruits and vegetables A G#m G F#m I am sure there’s someone worse off shipwrecked on the seaside B A G#m Buthow’s a girl suppose to realize she's actually doing... A G#m G F#m just...fine oh-oh oh-oh oh oh B A G#m E oh oh oh oh A G#m G F#m fine oh-oh oh-oh oh oh B A G#m E Now all the dead skin that I grew in winter slowly peeling off like splinters A