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DAll you’ll ever be is
BmMy eternal consolation prize
G DYou see I was a debutant in another life, but
BmNow I seem to be scared to go outside
DIf comfort is a construct, I don’t believe in good luck
Now that I know what’s what
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DI hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind
BmPeople need a key to get to, the only one is mine
A GI read about it in a book when I was a precocious child
No mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears
D BmI’m there most of the year ’cause I hate it here
