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Black Sheep Boy #4

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Bleeding black sheep boy, 
Am
mirror in pieces,
Em
turn the rece
(walk-up-to)
iver,  
G
trace the police station
C
line to my number, and 
Am
number my reasons
  
for 
Em
this paranoi
(walk-up-to)
a, for 
G
these accusations,
  
for 
Dm
each night that the numbers, 
C
paired off like lovers,
  
col
C
lided together so 
Am
I can’t remember
  
my 
Em
name or my nat
(walk-up-to)
ion.  
G
Baying black sheep boy,
  
go 
Em
back beyond 
Am
the pasture, you’ve 
Em
cracked out of my 
G
head.
  
Get 
Em
in your battered 
Am
mustang, and the back
C
seat will be your 
Em
bed
G
.
Burning black sheep boy, dark denim phantom
face full of flames, ears full of cheers that have fanned them.
I’d slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples.
I was chased from that bedroom, I was chased from my candles
by fear of the numbers, paired off like lovers,
collided together so I can’t remember
my face or my station. Pacing black sheep boy, 
the floor just won’t support you, you hover through the room.
Get in your battered mustang and the backseat will be your tomb
Harmonica Solo:
C Am Em G 2x
And I rode into Baltimore and I found a hotelroom,
where I tried to escape you but the phone line wouldn’t go through.
And inside the mirror I saw you, stamping staring out.
I don’t recognize your eyes, your mouth or any of those lines
that come flying out. Nothing I’ve heard from you sounds sane or safe: 
words falling down from the ceiling, where the mirror is stealing 
the light to reveal us both tonight, and we’re both kneeling in the
black pool of your shadow. You’ve cracked out of my head.
Go back beyond the pasture, or I’ll smash your mirror till you’re dead.
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