This, My Porcelain Life
RasputinaVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
it's .
This letter you get it, you burn it, forget it
It's not what I meant to say
You might think me a scapegrace
Really a fugitive in decay
I exist here on an acre of nature
In the diminutive
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager
My favorite hypocrite
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
If axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I want to tenuously ask this question
Out of a census for clarity
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
My porcelain life
My porcelain life
I find it very breakable
My porcelain life
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Readable chord sheet for This, My Porcelain Life by Rasputina
it's [A] [E] [D] [E]. [A] This letter you get it, you burn it, for[E]get it It's not what I meant to [D]say You might think me a sc[E]apegrace Really a fugitive in de[A]cay I exist here on an acre of n[E]ature In the diminu[D]tive But I'll be thinking of you, I would w[E]ager My favorite hypo[A]crite You are a master of the commerce of friendship So I put all of my feathers on I wrote you this letter, I send it And this foul weather is gone Of your last words to me I am thinking And of the depth of your eyes But you can't halt the profound shrinking Of this, my porcelain life If axed that I reject your protection Well I abhor captivity I want to live alone in my little section So very wild and watery How to preserve my own mistaken perfection? Oh you refine vulgarity I want to tenuously ask this question Out of a census for clarity You are a master of the commerce of friendship So I put all of my feathers on I wrote you this letter, I send it And this foul weather is gone Of your last words to me I am thinking And of the depth of your eyes But you can't halt the profound shrinking Of this, my porcelain life My porcelain life My porcelain life I find it very breakable My porcelain life