Bettie Serveert

^Am It's always the same aff ^C air
^Am But who really cares for G ^G od's creations? ^F
His amputations? ^{G A}
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The tight assed mom and dad got a lot to say
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They stick their nose into every game we play
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Who is that there on the kitchen floor
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We'll soon find out that he doesn't have a clue no more
^Am It's always the same affa ^C ir
^Am But who really cares f ^G or God's creation ^F
His reservation ^G
Am It's likely to fal ^C l through air
^Am And sometimes it's fair to Go ^G d's creations ^F
His amputatio ^G ns ^A
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Down, down in the basement of our cares
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There's always a place under the stairs
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Like life isn't something every time
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Like, like is an affection that is mine
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