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She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks 
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She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god 
Ab               Eb/G 
So she names the baby Elvis 
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To make up for the royalty he lacked 
Ab                      Eb/G 
And from then on it was turpentine and patches 
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From then on it was cold Campbell's from the can 
Ab                           Eb/G 
And they were just two jerks playing with matches 
Fm7                      C# 
Cause that's all they knew how to play 

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Ab                                   Eb/G 
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window 
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And she knew they were destined to become 
                        Ab                                          
Sacred road kill on the way 
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And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking 
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Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes 

                Eb/G                             
Cause it's been turpentine and patches 
     Fm7            C# 
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can 
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And they were just two jerks playing with matches 
 Fm7                  C#          F# 
Cause that's all they knew how to play 

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Ab                Eb/G 
Elvis never could carry a tune 
Fm7                                C# 
She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon 
Ab                  Eb/G                          Fm7 
She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin                                      
                C# 
Saying why don't I begin again 
Ab      Eb/G 
With turpentine and patches 
Fm7             C# 
With cold, cold Campbell's from the can 
Ab                         Eb/G 
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches 
Fm7                              C# 
It's just that he's not around to play along 
Ab                  Eb/G 
I'm still an asshole playing with candles 
Fm7               C# 
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams 
Ab                    Eb/G 
Just sitting here and trying to decipher 
Fm7                       C#      F# 
What's written in Braille upon my skin... 

C#      F#2 x3 

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Ab                            Eb/G      Ab/F     Eb/G 
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch  

Ab                            Eb/G       Ab/F    Eb/G 
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch