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Intro:
E  B  C#m
A  E  B
F#m  E  G#m  C#m  B


Verse:
E          B           C#m                        A                 E            B
All of the stage names evaporate, and it's just a blood flushed and hard rushing race
       F#m        E     G#m       C#m      A               B
Either to kick off too soon, or stick round too late to be far too dear or too cut rate
        F#m
Hold my hand again
        B
Like at the lake
        F#m
Hold that mirror babe
       B
Up to my face
       F#m
Hear the whippoorwill
    A
Am I breathing still?


(same chords as intro)


  E       B      C#m        
A Hollywood Babylon bikeathon for breakdancers
A          E             B
All broken down in their beds
F#m        E        B
Now intravenously fed
       F#m           E          B
From a bag hanging over their heads
              F#m            
Can I put you down for some miles?
           B
What do ya say?
               F#m                                B
Cause don't ya know it's going to be a long, long way?
              F#m
But if you've got the cash
             A
I'm ready to bust my ass


(same chords as intro)


   E              B           C#m 
So take this thin broken down circus clown reject
    A            E         B
And give her the name of a queen
       F#m              E        B
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
           F#m            E          B
She didn't look like no princess to me
            F#m           B
But with the proper words bestowed
             F#m                           B
And with her morning shoot and her evening clothes
                 F#m
Don't call her a prostitute
                 B
She ain't one of those
                F#m                          A
Just call her a proper little statue, come unfroze

(same chords as intro, minus the last B)

End on C#m

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