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Fuck Was I
Jenny Owen Youngs
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G D Am C
Love grows in me like a tumor,
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parasites bent on devouring its host.
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I'm developing my sense of humor,
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till I can laugh at my heart between your teeth,
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till I can laugh at my face beneath your feet.
Chorus;
C Am
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
C Am
maybe I'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned.
N.C. G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
Love plows through me like a dozer,
G D Am C
I've got more give than a bale of hay,
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and there's always a big mess left over.
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What did you do? What did you say?
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What did you do and what did you say?
C Am
Skillet on the stove is such a temptation,
C Am
maybe I'll be the special one that doesnt get burned.
N.C. G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
Love tears me up like a demon.
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Opens the wounds and fills them with lead,
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and I'm having some trouble just breathing.
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If we werent such good friends I think that I'd hate you.
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If we weren't such good friends I'd wish you were dead
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Oh it's so embarrasing
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I'm this awkward and uncomprable thing,
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and I'm running out of places to hide
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and I'm running out of places to hide
N.C. G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
G D Am C
What the fuck was I thinking?
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