Frail and Bedazzled
Words and Music by Billy Corgan.
Drop D Tuning: D A D G B E
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So, now listen here
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I wanna be, ohh so clear
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I lost my soul, lost I'll stay
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Between your hands, and my beliefs
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And here I am
Frail
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Frail and bedazzled from all the glare
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Tug, at my sleeve
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My little girl, supermaid
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She don't know, that I have
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Stole my smile, from a cheshire cat
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And all I wanted
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Was to be a man
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And since I gave up
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I feel free
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I feel free
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I feel free
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I feel free
solo over
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Two of us that's dangerous
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It's all inside our heads
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Givin' in for nothin' less
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Leavin' me for him
Try
To understand
The ones I love
And their demands
It's so unfair
When they can't see
That I'm the boy
Who really needs
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Their love
I suppose
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Frail and bedazzled from all the
Frail and bedazzled from all the
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Frail and bedazzled from all the glare
Fig1>till end
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