Tabbed by: Schabalauke
Email: flocke.r@opencae.de

Tuning: Standard


     Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow, 

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   I need you when my head is spinning round,

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     I look into the looking glass but none of them is me,

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   It takes at least an hour to pin me down,

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        First impressions often lie,

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       They often fool the naked eye.

     
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Am                                 E   
I hold you gently on my tongue and then you drift away,
D                                      Am     E
It's hard to read the writing on the label,
Am                                  E
I force my hands out sideways but I can't resist the strain,
D                                      Am     E
And it don't help me, no it don't help me,
F                           Dm
First impressions often lie,
F                            G
They often fool the naked eye.

I think I recognize a friendly face I've seen before, (don't you despair)
It's moving far too quickly to be sure,
Tangled in a web of twisted memories and lies, (There's no one there)
I'm fighting for a reason to go on.

Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
I need you when my heard is spinning round,
I multiply myself by two in the mirror of the wall,
But id don't help me, no it don't help me,
First impressions often lie,
They often fool the naked eye.

I think I've lost control, I think I've lost control,
I think I've lost control, I think I've lost control