Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart
From the album: Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop (1996)
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Intro: A
F# A
F# A
Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway
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Take a look at eye full towers, never trust them dirty liars
A
Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues
G
All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
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Fake the heat and scratch the itch, skinned up knees and salty lips
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I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life and when you binge I purge alike
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Let go it's harder holding on, one more trip and I'll be gone
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So keep your head up, keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
A
Take a breath and make it big, it's the last you'll ever get
G
Break your neck with diamond noose, it's the last you'll ever choose
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B Bm G
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
F# A F# A
F# A G
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B Bm G
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade