Troubled Mine Chords

  			

Am G F Dm G  

Am 
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit... 
Am                                                 Dm 
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot 
                                          Am 
Now she's very angry cause they say she's lost the plot 

                                       G          F  
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress 
                         Am            Em    F 
Cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind 


Am 
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack 
                              Dm 
It's for the kids who have low self esteem 
                            Am 
They've got no concept of reality 
                          G       F 
Living their lives inside a fantasy 
                         Am              Em  F 
Cause they have troubled minds, troubled minds 


Dm                                    C      G 
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands 
Dm                                C       G 
Must depend on a friend that will understand 
Dm         Am                         Em Dm C 
Like the glitter making love to the gleam 
Dm       C                  G                F 
Just remember things aren't always what they seem 



Em G Dm C 
Ooh... 


Am  
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man 
                             Dm 
He smashed the mirror into a million bits 
                          Am 
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit 
                       G                        F 
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find 
                    Am             Em  F 
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds 


Am 
There's a sweet little guy called Mars 
Am 
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be 
Dm 
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box 
   Am                          
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks 
G                   F  
Life will pass him by  
                    Am             G   F 
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds 


Dm                                    C      G 
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands 
Dm                                C    G 
Must depend on a friend that will understand 
Dm         Am                         Em Dm C 
Like the glitter making love to the gleam 
Dm       C                  G                F 
Just remember things aren't always what they seem 


Dm                                  C          G 
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands 
Dm                                 C     G 
Can't depend on a friend that will understand 
Dm          Am                         Em Dm C 
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream 
Dm       C                  G                F 
Just remember things aren't always what they seem 


Em G Dm C 
Ooh... 




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