MARINA (Marina and The Diamonds) – Troubled Mine (Ukulele)

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TROUBLED MIND -This is my first tab/chords, so I'm sorry if there's a wrong chord in here somewhere. Just let me know and I'll fix it. -Unreleased song by Marina and The Diamonds. -No capo. Bm D G Am D
Bm
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...

Bm                                                 Am
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot

                                          Bm
Now she's very angry cause they say she's lost the plot

                                       D          G 
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress

                         Bm            Bm    G
Cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind

Bm
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack

                              Am
It's for the kids who have low self esteem

                            Bm
They've got no concept of reality

                          D       G
Living their lives inside a fantasy

                         Bm              Bm  G
Cause they have troubled minds, troubled minds

Am                                    G      D
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands

Am                                G       D
Must depend on a friend that will understand

Am         Bm                         Bm Am G
Like the glitter making love to the gleam

Am       G                  D                G
Just remember things aren't always what they seem

Bm D Am G
Ooh...

Bm 
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man

                             Am
He smashed the mirror into a million bits

                          Bm
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit

                       D                        G
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find

                    Bm             Bm  G
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds

Bm
There's a sweet little guy called Mars

Bm
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be

Am
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box

   Bm                         
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks

D                   G 
Life will pass him by 

                    Bm             D   G
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds

Am                                    G      D
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands

Am                                G    D
Must depend on a friend that will understand

Am         Bm                         Bm Am G
Like the glitter making love to the gleam

Am       G                  D                G
Just remember things aren't always what they seem

Am                                  G          D
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands

Am                                 G     D
Can't depend on a friend that will understand

Am          Bm                         Bm Am G
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream

Am       G                  D                G
Just remember things aren't always what they seem

Bm D Am G
Ooh...
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