fix my blues Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
Ain't I [G]fair?
Ain't I kind?
And I'm paid to feel fine,
but [Dm]I haven't spent a dime since I met[F] you.
Your [G]breasts are like two
wrists that [C]I handcuff
[Dm]to m[G]y dick,
[Dm]in a subculture of love and refracti[F]on.
[Gm]But I die every morn[C]ing again,
[F]me at my worst is [Dm]fun for [Gm]them.
[Dm]And [Gm]I die with t[C]he feeding tube
while you [Gm]try to fix my [C]blues.
Your [G]city is so unclean in
a washington
machine and tour [Dm]face is like
a cage and two [F]of them.
And your sen[G]timent is gone
and it's now enslaved
by gods, while [C]I s[Dm]trum my
broken legs like a [F]banjo.
But I [Gm]die every [C]morning again,
[F]me at my worst is [Gm]fun for them.
[Dm]And I [Gm]die with the f[Dm]eedi[C]ng tube
while [Gm]you try to fix my [C]blues.[Gm]
But when I [Dm]feel my heart
re[Gm]tracting to my
[Eb]soul, it makes an ego seem
more [C]valuable than gold.
And I [Gm]die every morn[C]ing again,
[F]me at my worst [Dm]is fun for th[Gm]em.
And I die with [Dm]the feedi[C]ng tube while
[Gm]you try to fix my [C]blues.

[Outro 1]
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