Chords for Squirtgun - Frederick's Frost

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He said, broken [D] _ because he didn't [C] get it
Blue skin, plain as a January [G] sun
He might have won, [D] but he was a Chad
In [C] the white group, but she spit at it
The skin [G] has a long and lonely slogan
[D] You can add it, calculate, [C] divide it _ _ _ _ _
[G] Little life, primitive, [D] children, metaphor, [C] math, _ fun _ _ _ _
He's [D] got days, days and says
I spit life in my head, [G] breathless
_ Frost, _ _ _ frost, _ _ _ frost _ _
He thinks about [D] it, lovely makes that guess
[C] Spider, bird, bat, and throw a wide voice
And got [G] the drift of the cat, a lot [D] of pictures by the
That he [C] could show you, but he has got good
[G] Future is full of tears, he's [D] broken
But he's alive [C] within a _ minute _ _
[G] _ In every [D] rose he touches, all the [C] girls get _ _ glad _ _ _
_ [D] He's got days, days and says
I spit life in my head, breathless
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