Troubled Mind

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Em
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
                                                   Am
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
                                           Em
Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot
                                       D         C
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
                                           B7
'cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind
Em
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
                                Am
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
                            Em
They've got no concept of reality
                           D      C
Living their lives inside a fantasy
                                       B7
Cuz they have troubled minds, troubled minds
Am                                     G       D
  Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Am                                  G     D
  Must depend on a friend that will understand
Am           Em                       G  D
  Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Am       Em                   G               D
  Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Em
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
                             Am
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
                          Em
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
                       D                       Am
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
                                   B7
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Em
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
                                                           Am
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
   Em
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
D                       Am
  Life will pass him by
                                   B7
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds
Am                                     G       D
  Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Am                                  G     D
  Must depend on a friend that will understand
Am           Em                       G  D
  Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Am       Em                   G               D
  Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Am                                   G           D
  We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
Am                                  G     D
  Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Am           Em                          G   D
  Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Am       Em                G                D
  Just remember things are always what they seem
D     Em     D     Em
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