This, My Porcelain Life Chords by Rasputina

[E] _ _ [A] _ _ This letter you get it, you burn it, [E] forget it, _ it's not what I meant [D] to say.
_ You might [E] think me a scapegrace, really a fugitive in [A] decay.
_ I exist in _ [E] _ _ _ _ the dim and [D] you do, _ but I'll be thinking of [E] you, I would wager.
_ My favorite _ [A] hypocrite.
You are a master at the [F#m] commerce [E] of friendship, so I put all of my feathers [D] _ on.
I wrote you this [Bm] letter [E] of sender, _ and this foul [A] weather is gone.
Of your last words [E] to [F#m] me I [E] am thinking, _ and of the depth of [D] your eyes.
You can't halt the [Bm] profound [E] shrinking _ of this, my porcelain [A] life. _ _ _
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[Em] _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ You've asked that I reject your [E] protection, while I abhor captivity.
[D] _ _ I want to live alone [E] in my little section, [G#m] so very wild and [A] watery.
_ I'd rather preserve my own mistake and [E] perfection, _ or your refined _ _ [D] vulgarity. _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ Ever since it was [A] forgotten. _ _ _ _ _
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[A] _ _ _ _ You are a master [F#m] at the commerce [E] of friendship, so I put all of my feathers [D] _ on.
I wrote you this [Bm] letter [E] of sender, _ and this foul [A] weather is gone.
Of your last words to [Bm] me I [E] am thinking, _ and of the depth of [D] your eyes.
You can't halt the [Bm] [E] profound shrinking _ of this, my [A] porcelain life. _ _ _ _
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My [D] porcelain life. _ _ _
My [Bm] [E] porcelain _ _ _ _ [A] life.
I find it very _ breakable. _ _
[F#m] I [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ know. _
[Bm] I [E] _ know. _ _
My [A] porcelain life. _ _ _ _
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