Тональность: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
In a box beneath my bed
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Little beast had broke her jaw
Am
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back
exactly where I found her
But I know, I saw
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That she was doing good
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Until the cat got her
Verse 2
And I came to write a letter
But my pen was full of hymns
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I came to drown a sorrow
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It seems they've learned to swim
Mouth full of pins and heart
pumping gasoline
It's late
I'm still at the sewing machine
Stitching up strays fifteen years
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But this one's mean
Well I fixed you up
When they said you were past repair
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And I stitched you up
I thread a needle with my hair
And I fixed you up
When you were still a common sparrow
But look who's on the shoulder now
When the road goes narrow
Verse 3
In a box beneath my bed
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Am
Little bitch had broke her jaw
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back
exactly where I found her
Am
F
That she was doing good
Am
Until the cat got her
Verse 4
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Well I'm putting you out of my misery
We ain't got much but
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we've got history
It was a mercy kill
No
It was a suicide
No
It was an accident
No
Well at least I tried
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With soft drugs and seam ripper
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Tough love and tape measure
Stitching up boys is different that way
You fix a bird, you buy a cage
You fix a man
You fix a man,
Interlude 1
and he flies away
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Verse 5
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When I ran out of thread
I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
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That's just poking holes
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And it's a strange breed
A different kind of creature
Looks for love through the eye of a needle
But the creed of the seamstress
is
That you're pretty in pieces
Verse 6
In a box beneath my bed
Little beast had broke her jaw
F
Am
And I tried to fix her head
They said I had to put her back
That I had to put her back
exactly where I found her
That she was doing good
Am
Until the cat got her
Verse 7
Am
Take a seat and let me get a look at your
face
Busted, back's been broke for days
Not much, little something for the pain
Don't fuss,
or I'll never get a seam to lay straight
And I keep it clean as I can with just
Just the machine and the mattress plus
I never did need for a pattern, just
Some good restraints and my
Interlude 2
bedside manner
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Verse 8
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When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
When I ran out of thread, I couldn't let go
But that's not sewing, that's
That's just poking holes
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