verse 1:
Gm
It's only 6am,
some girl's walking up hills in San Francisco
Where's the mist?
GmCEbF
The wind breathes past the quarter pike above her neck
Gm
she had a wish though
CGm
she insists
GmCBbFGm
that everyone around that sees her gentle face will turn into stone
CGm
never speak
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to her or anyone who prays to just be broken like a wishbone,
CGm
'cause we are weak.
I think you're gonna be,
EbFCGm
Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
I think you're gonna be,
EbFCGm
Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
Bbsus4Eb
I think you're gonna be ooooo------kay....
verse 2:
GmC
And every step she takes
EbFGm
her tears make her appear like a pretty mime.
CGm
No one blinks
GmCEbF
The morning glow has kissed the streams upon her face
Gm
and now it's half-nine.
CGm
an old man winks
GmCEbFGm
She sees him sitting there upon a wooden chair right in the middle
CGm
of the road
GmCEbFGm
And this guy looks at her and turns not into stone, but smiles a little
CGm
So she shows
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him all the bruises and the scars across her body there on purpose
CGm
She still stands
GmCEbF
Still the old man sits and checks and prays for her,
Gm
but she ain't nervous.
CGm
Holds her hand
I think you're gonna be,
EF#C#G#m
Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
I think you're gonna be,
EF#C#G#m
Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
I think you're gonna be,
EF#C#G#m
I think you're gonna be,
EF#C#G#m
Okay you crazy, screwed up laaaaaaaady
F#A
I think you're gonna be ooooo----------kay....
F#mDm
Hooooooooooooooooooooo
C#mF#
Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooohh
B7EB7
kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay..