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Capo 4 CGAm FCG FCAG C G Am All of the stage names evaporate F C G And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race F C Am F Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late, to be far too G dear or too cut-rate Am Hold my hand again G Like at the lake Am Hold that mirror, babe G Up to my face Am Hear the whippoorwill? F Am I breathing still? CGAm FCG FCAG C G Am A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers F C G All broken down in their beds F C G Now intravenously fed F C G From a bag hanging over their heads Am Can I put you down for some miles? G What do you say? Am G Cause don't you know, it's going to be a long, long way Am But if you've got the cash F I'm ready to bust my ass CGAm FCG FCAG C G Am So, take this thin broken down circus clown reject and F C G Give her the name of a queen F C G Don't I know her from the mezzanine? F C G She didn't look like no princess to me Am But with the proper words G Bestowed Am And with her morning shoot G Her evening clothes Am Don't call her a prostitute G Well, she ain't one of those Am Just call her a proper little statue F Come unfroze CGAm FCG FCAG