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Bm _ Understand, _ once
A he was a family man, so
G surely I would never ever go through
Bm it first _ hand.
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Bm _ Emulate, _ all
A this shit my mother hate, I
G can't help but _ demonstrate my _
Bm _ Freudian fate.
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Bm My alibi, _ _ _
A oh take in your guide, just
G to re-repeat it down, it _
Bm fails to _ die.
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Bm Animal _ _ _
A aggression is my _ downfall, I
G don't care about what you got, _
Bm I want it _ all.
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_ _ _ It's pricked up in my head, _
A it's shot under my bed, and I
Bm question myself again, _
A _ what is it about me.
_ _
Bm _ My destructive side
A _ has grown on my wife, and
Bm I question myself again, _
A _ what is it about me.
What
Bm is it _ about me.
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A I'm
Bm a chippin, _ I
A just wanna do my thing, _
G and I'll take the wrong man as naturally
Bm as I _ seem.
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D I'll
Bm save my tears, for
A _ uncovering my fears, _
G of behavioral patterns that stick over
Bm the years.
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_ _ Cause it's pricked up in my head, _
A it's shot under my bed,
F# and I
Bm question myself again, _ _
A _ what is it about me.
_
Bm Now my _ destructive
A side has grown on my wife,
Bm and I question myself again, _
A _ what is it about me.
_ Oh
Bm it's pricked up in my head,
A and it's shot under my bed,
Bm and I question myself _ again,
A now what is it about me.
_
Bm _ _ _ My destructive side
A has grown on my wife,
Bm and I question myself _ _ again,
A _ what is it about me.
What
F#m is it
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