Chained To The Couch Chords

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Well it’s hot like ouch and I’m chained to the couch
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And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth 
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Like a thousand words circuits burst crowd screaming hear comes the hearse 
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And I’m jumping now out of my chest as the crowds begin to scream 
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And the winos wait into the bar rooms to drink away the dreams 
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And I can hear years’ worth of traffic outside on that dirty street 
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I can see the lights turn from red to black to blue to brown to green
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And I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
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Yes I’ve been staring for so long my eyes begin to bleed
 
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     When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and 
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     As I grow older this becomes true more and more
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     Now I’m just staring out that open door
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I should be screaming but I aint got no tears no more
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I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
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I aint got no tears aint got no tears no more
 
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Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me
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Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak
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Now there just sliding fast towards that ocean floor beneath 
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Trying to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds
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     Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit
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It’s like pull aim click bang soar and shoot
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And the rain and the wind they lick my skin till its freezing smooth
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And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
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Oh yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds
 
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     When I was a young one they told me I left my rights at the door and 
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     As I grow older this becomes true more and more
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     Now I’m just staring out that open door
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I should be screaming but I aint got those tears no more
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I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
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I aint got those tears aint got those tears no more
 
                                              Kevin G,
                                              Inspired by Andy Social
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