[Verse 1]
A EThis is my song or at least part of it
D DmIt’s one third mine and two thirds... not
AIt’s written by a red-headed man
A7Far more talented than I am
D Dm AI’m frankly not quite sure I have the right
F#mBut the one thing I can say for sure
BIs that every line and every chord
D A EPrevents my end by just one step more
[Chorus]
B DSo it’s not my song... but that’s fine
E C# F#mI promise that I won’t take up too much of your time
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm DIt’s not perfect
[Verse 2]
A EThis is my earth and I live in it
D DmIt’s one third dirt and two thirds water
AAnd it rotates and revolves through space
A7At rather an impressive pace
D Dm A And never even messes up my hair
F#mAnd here’s the really weird thing
BThe force created by its spin
D A EIs the force that stops the chaos flooding in
[Chorus]
B A DThis is my Earth .. and it’s fine
E C# F#mIt’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm DIt’s not perfect
[Verse 3]
A C#This is my house and I live in it
D DmIt’s made of cracks and photographs
A A7We rent it off a guy who bought it from a guy
DWho bought it from a guy
Dm AWhose grandad left it to him
F#mAnd the weirdest thing is that this house
BHas locks to keep the baddies out
D A EBut they’re mostly used to lock ourselves in
[Chorus]
B A DThis is my house .. and it’s fine
E C# F#mIt’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm GIt’s not perfect .. but it's mine
[Verse 4]
A EThis is my body and I live in it
D DmIt’s 31 and 6 months old
AIt’s changed a lot since it was new
A7It’s done stuff it wasn’t built to do
D Dm A I often try to fill it up with wine
F#mAnd the weirdest thing about it is
BI spend so much time hating it
D A EBut it never says a bad word about me
[Chorus]
B A DThis is my body .. and it’s fine
E C# F#mIt’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm DIt’s not perfect
[Verse 5]
A C#This is my brain and I live in it
D DmIt’s made of love and bad song lyrics
AIt’s tucked away behind my eyes
A7Where all my fucked up thoughts can hide
D Dm A Cos God forbid I hurt somebody
F#mAnd the weirdest thing about a mind
BIs that every answer that you find
D A EIs the basis of a brand new cliché
[Chorus]
B A DThis is my brain .. and it’s fine
E C# F#mIt’s where I spend the vast majority of my time
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
BmIt’s not perfect
A Bm AI’m not quite sure I’ve worked out how to work it
Bm GIt’s not perfect .. but it's mine
[Verse 6]
A C#This is my spirit, and I’m stuck in it
D DmIt’s made of pain, regret and shame
ABut the mechanisms it’s laid inside
A7Instill in me what’s wrong and right
D Dm Without it, by now I’m sure I would have died
F#mAnd the weirdest thing about it is
BI’m not quite sure that it exists
D A EAnd yet, I still obsess over it
[Chorus]
B A DThis is my soul... and it’s fine
E C# F#mIf I’m lucky, it will be with me for the rest of my life
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
Bm AIt’s not perfect .. but it’s mine
BmIt’s not perfect
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