Em Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...Am All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lotEm Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plotD C And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dressB7 'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mindEm Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crackAm It's for the kids who have low self esteemEm They've got no concept of realityD C Living their lives inside a fantasyB7 Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled mindsAm G D Wipe the white golden dust into these broken handsAm G D Must depend on a friend that will understandAm Em G D Like the glitter making love to the gleamAm Em G D Just remember things aren't always what they seemEm Peter Pan could not admit he had become a manAm He smashed the mirror into a million bitsEm Now all he seems to do is stare and sitD Am Painting pictures of a life that he'll never findB7 Inside his troubled mind, troubled mindsEm There's a sweet little guy called MarsAm Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be He hides his dreams deep within a wooden boxEm He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socksD Am Life will pass him byB7 Inside his troubled mind, troubled mindsAm G D Wipe the white golden dust into these broken handsAm G D Must depend on a friend that will understandAm Em G D Like the glitter making love to the gleamAm Em G D Just remember things aren't always what they seemAm G D We can kill for the dust we need to fill these handsAm G D Can't depend on a friend that will understandAm Em G D Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dreamAm Em G D Just remember things are always what they seemD Em D Em Oooooohh Oooooohh
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