F _ _ _
Dm _ _
Gm _ _
Bb _ .
_ _ _ _ _
C _
Gm _
F.
I'm a little boy with glasses, the one they call a geek.
A little girl who never smiles, cause I've got braces on my teeth.
Bb.
And I know
F how
Gm it feels to cry
F myself to sleep.
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C _ _
F I'm that kid on every playground, who's always chosen last.
Dm A single teenage mother, trying to overcome my past.
Bb You don't have
F to be
Gm my friend, is it too
C.
F much to
C ask.
Don't laugh
F at me, don't call me
Dm names.
Don't get
Bb your pleasure from
C my pain, in
F God's eyes.
We're all
Dm the same, someday
Bb we'll all have perfect
C wings.
Don't laugh
F at me.
_ _
Dm _ _ _ _
Bb _ .
_ _ _
F _
C _ _
F I'm the cripple on the corner, you pass me on the street.
Dm I wouldn't be out here begging, if I had enough to eat.
Bb And don't
F think I don't know
Gm this, that I
Fm rise never leave.
C _ _ I
F lost my wife and a little boy, someone crossed that yellow line.
The
Dm day we laid him in the ground, is the day I lost my mind.
Bb And right now
F I'm down
Gm to hold, this little
F cardboard sign.
_
C _ So don't laugh
F at me, don't call me
Dm names.
Don't get your
Bb.
pleasure from my
C pain, in
F God's eyes.
We're all
Dm the same, someday
Bb we'll all have
F perfect
C wings.
Don't laugh at
F.
me.
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Bb I'm fat,
F I'm thin, I'm
Gm short,
C I'm tall,
Bb I'm deaf,
F I'm blind.
Gm Hey aren't
C we all.
F _ .
_
C _ _ _ Don't
F laugh at me, don't call me
Dm names.
Don't get your
Bb.
pleasure from
Gm my
C pain, in
F God's eyes.
We're all the
Dm same, someday we'll
Bb all have
F perfect
C wings.
Don't laugh at
F me.
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Dm _ _ _ _
Bb _ .
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C _ _ _ _
F _ _ _ .
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