Inmates The Good Life
[D]When you said you loved me, did you really lo[Bm]ve me or did the words just
[Bb]spill out like drool on[A] my pillow. ?[D]Cause I was naked when you [Bm]said those
words, but I felt cov[Bb]ered in your whispered[A] worship.
And as you[G] passed out fast on my [D]shoulder, I i[G]magined a child [Bm]waiting so sad
and still for his mom to [Bb]arrive.
[D]Did she leave you an orphan, [A]in that big, brown leather chair?
[Bb]Said, ? Don?t you move a muscle, kid, I[G]?ll be back in twenty years,?
[D]You were scared, you were lonely, [A]but you must?ve been aware;
[Bb]life is a series of calluses, [G]this is just another layer.
[Bm]So, build?em up, tough it out, y[Bb]eah, that?s your skin ? don?t let anyone
under there.
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[D]When I said I loved you, it was because [Bm]I loved you. When I said I neede[Bb]d
you, well, I really nee[A]d you. Y[D]eah, I guess you hurt me, for once you?re a
[Bm]man of your words. Well, guess wha[Bb]t ? I?m leaving ? I can?t be your [A]prisoner.
I can't be your p[G]risoner-I[D] won?t, I can't be your [G]prisoner-I[D] won't
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