Paper Hearts

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[Verse]
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“To Be Born As Anything But This”
F
The Dying Wish Of A Dinosaur’s Dish
      Dm
Of No Use, A Shitty Gift Like A 
Single Slipper
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I Go Diffuse In City Quick Like The
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 Little Dipper
      Am
She’s Cute With Little Titties And A
 Sense Of Humor
       F
But To Tell You The Truth, Sir, I 
Pity The Poor Fool
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Her, Fruitless In A Holster And 
Clueless In A Kiss
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I’m Older Than Death. Vulgar With 
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Unfresh Breath
       Am
During Sex I Might Put Us In Some 
Joke Positions
         F
But It’s Scary

Always How We End Up In Mission-
 Dm
-ary Like The Daring Men Who Fight 
To Submission
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Barely Conscious There To Care 
       E
About This Split Decision
          Am
Your Sour Thoughts You Wield At Me, 
You Ring Out Your Mellon
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But It Yields Only Drops Like An 
Unripe Lemon
Dm
All A Man Can Understand Is Your Bad
 Intentions
    G                              
The Less You Talk The More You Draw
     E
 And Seal An Ending
     Am
Keep Leafing Through The Glossary

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Sittin’ There Puffin’ Weed
 F
Telling Me Repeatedly All The Things
 You Wanna Be
    Dm
The Thug’s Just A Boy, Wants My 
Money In The Bag
     G                             
Was Your Love But A Ploy Like Bugs 
E
Bunny In Drag?
   Am
I Leave My Lungs Open, Exposed To 
The Whole Crew
      F
While You Sneak A Bump, And Smoke 
Cloves In The Coat room
Dm
Itching Like A Local Ho

Wishing Like Pinocchio
    G
The Wind Is At My Back A-new
    E
But Still I Feel The Lack Of You
  Am
Oh, You Were So Heavy In My Heart, 
Boo
              F
That Soon, No Longer Could My True 
Heart Hold You
             Dm
And Like The Angular Etruscan 
Tchotchke My Mom Got Me
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In The Met Gift Shop In ‘92
                  Am
Tearing From The Brown Paper Bag I 
Kept It In When It Was New
        F
After I Left It Overnight And It Was
 Wet With Dew
          Dm
It Sounds Blue, And Shitty

But Of Course, Kid
                 G
Like The Little Skinny Bronze Horse 
Did
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You Fell Through
Am
You Were Like A Buoy I Put Down In 
Open Ocean
         F
But With No Cross Staff, And No 
Compass In My Possession
    Dm
And Too Far Out For A Lighthouse To 
Provide Discretion
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How Could I Presume That You’d 
     E
Devine Direction?
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Must Have Patience

Accept No Imitations
F
Take No Paper Hearts And Fuckin’ 
Hate Carnations
Dm
Though My Home Is Vacant

Yeah, I’m Lonesome While I Wait
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That’s No Open Invitation, Made To 
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Hope We Make Acquaintance
    Am
The Long Walks Home From The 
Laundromat
   F
In Pop-pop’s Holden Caulfield Hat 
Alone
Dm
Lost For Certain, Dry And Pent
     G                      E
Dead, Spent Like A Merchant Ivory 
Gent
        Am
Yes, To Yet Get A Spouse

And Kids, Have A House-full
        F
But I’m Hard To Be Around

And Sterile As A Roused Mule
    Dm
(preemptive Nostalgia Of The 
Possible But Doubtful)
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Preemptive Nostalgia Of The Possible
 But Doubtful