Infested Chords by Choking Victim

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[B] _ _ _ [E] If there was a [A] God, I'm sorry it would be [C#] hated.
I'm making [B] vlogs just so they don't go hidden.
[E] Sitting on a [A] coat, put on a [C#] hat.
I am a [B] pathetic habit just like [E] that.
[B] I'm sorry I hate them.
[A] There ain't no maybes.
[C#] But in lots of crowds, [B] and lots of [E] scampies,
you take your pick.
[C#] They make me sick, while I scratch until I'm distilled.
[B] I've been scrapped, so leave the pit.
[E] They drive me mad, [C#m] and I scratch my body raw.
[C#] Sometimes I feel the sex [B] when I'm scratching with my palm.
[E] Sometimes I feel bitter [A] when it gets bitter.
[C#] The trouble for some good [B] is putting it on my [E] shoulder.
Cause I'm a pain, [A] with the wreckage of the pain.
[C#] I'm taking some control, [B] the scampies can't be [E] blamed.
Oh yes, they [A] can.
I'm on the plane, [C#] to the drop of Xanax.
Let it [F#] roll, game for some [E] more game.
Oh yes, someday, in [A] the top of the arcade.
I'm [C#] the close to giving cancer with [B] too many applications.
_ Oh yes, someday, [A] in the top of [N] the NTR. _ _ _
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