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| E | B | E | |
| Sold his | wallet for | kerosene |
| E | B | E | |
| Fuel to | burn his | friends |
| E | B | E | |
| Angels | stained with | nicotine |
| E | B | E | |
| Sing for | his de | fence |
| Refrain: |
| F#m | A | |
| He | waits |
| G#m | B | |
| He | waits |
| E | B | F#m | A | E | |
| The | saddest | thing he's | just a | king in | mirrors |
| Verse 2: |
| Holds a bottle for a sceptre |
| Sits on a barstool throne |
| An empty bootle reveals the spectre |
| Of a past without a home |
| Refrain: ... |
| Reflection hurts but numbs the hours |
| His ex-chauffeur runs the town |
| A peeling room with faded flowers |
| A scrapbook and his crown |
| Refrain: ... |