Capo: 5th fret
[Verse]
Amaj7 Fmaj7
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
Cmaj7 Emaj7
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
Amaj7 Fmaj7
My hair, my hair
Cmaj7 E7
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
Amaj7 Fmaj7
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Cmaj7 E7 Amaj7
Of course, of course, of course
Fmaj7 Cmaj7 E7
Amaj7 Fmaj7
She's the smoke, she's dancin' fancy pirouettes
Cmaj7 E7
Swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette
Amaj7 Fmaj7
She's steam laughing on the windowpanes
Cmaj
The never-ending swaying haze
E7
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Amaj7 Fmaj7
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Cmaj7 E7
A ballet
Amaj7
Everything's gone missing
Fmaj7
I've lost more songs to floods
Cmaj7
I can't prove this makes any sense but
E7
I sure hope that it does
Amaj7 Fmaj7
Perhaps I was born with curiosity
Cmaj7
The likes of those of old crows
E7
The likes of those of old crows
Amaj7 Fmaj7
And oh, how the piano knows
Cmaj7 E7
The piano knows something I don't know
Amaj7 Fmaj7
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
Cmaj7 E7
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
Amaj7 Fmaj7
My hair, my hair
Cmaj7 E7
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
Amaj7 Fmaj7
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Cmaj7 E7
Of course, of course
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
She's the smoke
She's dancin' fancy pirouettes
Swan diving off of the deep end
Of my tragic cigarette
She's steam
Laughing on the windowpanes
The never-ending swaying haze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
Oh, that ever smiling maze
A ballet
Everything's gone missing
I've lost more songs to floods
I can't prove this makes any sense but
I sure hope that it does
Perhaps
I was born with curiosity
The likes of those of old crows
The likes of those of old crows
And oh, how the piano knows
The piano knows something
I don't know
I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair
It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere
My hair, my hair
If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse
I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course, of course, of course
Of course
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